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I feel like I'm slowly dying with you.
I keep thinking, that somehow this is just a horrible nightmare, and I'll wake up from it.
You can't die, Spock. You're supposed to outlive me, remember?
This is so wrong....I can hardly hear what you're saying.
My mind is elsewhere.
Our days of years past, when we were much younger, comes to mind. We always came back from the brink of death.
Please, don't leave me.
Don't....Leave....Me....
