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if I offered you my soul,

would you take it with a gentle touch?

and if I begged for your help,

would you offer your grace as my crutch?


if my body shattered on impact,

would you protect my memory from abuse?

if my life finally faded away,

would you accept this pleading truce?


with every falling tear,

do you sit comfortingly by my side?

and do I tarnish your name,

every single time I ask the starless sky, why?


would you take my broken soul,

if I begged you, please?

for there is nothing here anymore,

nothing left for me.


so if I offered you my life,

would you care for it like your own?

for I am but a sheep,

too afraid to approach your golden throne.

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