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I HAVE been so innerly proud, and so long alone, / Do not leave me, or I shall break. / Do not leave me.
What should I do if you were gone again / So soon? / What should I look for? / Where should I go? / What should I be, I myself, "I"? / What would it mean, this I?
Do not leave me.
What should I think of death? / If I died, it would not be you: / It would be simply the same / Lack of you. / The same want, life or death, / Unfulfilment, / The same insanity of space / You not there for me.
Think, I daren't die / For fear of the lack in death. / And I daren't live.
Unless there were a morphine or a drug.
I would bear the pain. / But always, strong, unremitting / It would make me not me. / The thing with my body that would go on / living / Would not be me. / Neither life nor death could help.
Think, I couldn't look towards death / Nor towards the future: / Only not look. / Only myself / Stand still and bind and blind myself.
God, that I have no choice! / That my own fulfilment is up against me / Timelessly! / The burden of self-accomplishment! / The charge of fulfilment! / And God, that she is _necessary!_ / _Necessary,_ and I have no choice!
Do not leave me.