You are the cause by which I die.

I might have been your happiness, and became your misfortune. I am the cause of your death, for if I had been a different man, if I had not been wanting in all principles, all foundations of life, there would not have come upon you the shocks that killed you.

Your birth is my birth; your death is my death.

You make to die You are the dead You the assassin of yourself.

You gave birth to your own death.

Of most dreadful suffering, I am the cause.

That killed me.

In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

And that was it. That's how I died. Unable to protect anyone.

When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

no one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.