Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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Requiem for Methuselah
I want to say that I weighed the thought in my mind
that I almost didn't do it.
I want to say that.
All I saw was how lost and alone he looked
how the pain and the guilt ate at him.
I want to say that it was a hard choice
that breaking my beliefs in this way
merited long thought.
All I knew
was that he was my friend.
He did not deserve this agony.
The girl could not be helped now,
but the guilt, the pain and the sorrow,
the passionate love and disgusted hatred:
I could fix that.
"Forget."
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