for the faith i had has burnt out, i am nothing but a coward; so i pray to the gods i don't believe in to hold my soul intact this one last time. please will you hold my hand and lead me through? (i know you have no time for beggars who do not deserve good but god, save me from myself and i will never ask for anything else, only death)
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Poetryburn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen