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The one who has my heart is selfish,

and will not return my love,

so i let it go.

Ive climbed the unclimbable mountain,

and under my hollowed form,

watched it fold.

What is death like,

yet again i turn away,

or do i.

At this point

i am in need of saving.

My saving grace,

i feel my light is fading.

So i ask for a prayer

and then pray for

myself,

unworthy as i am.

As foul as i am.