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To Be the End of Me
By Fortuita James

Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly! Tell
Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well?
	From Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Alexander Pope

For many years, I was. And then, there were you. And for you, I was. 
But there came a time I asked myself, "Would he for me be or not be?"
  And not be was the answer. Because I know how easily your existence 
you would sacrifice. 
  So, for you, so you may know the cause of all these years I've been, 
I will. Not. Be. 
  And live on. My friend, lover, live on. Let my death be just another 
spur to live. I know you won't let it pass unremarked, or unavenged. 
  For you, death must have a meaning. Let mine be for you.
  If, one day, it comes to pass, that you understand why, I'll be there 
to understand. The reasons that eluded me in all my time, when you know 
them, the part of me inside you, let it know. 
  So, satisfied, au revoir. I eagerly await your taking in of me. One 
last time, my spirit into you.

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