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Its such a deep, murky pit,

that drags you on under,

From the sobbed teary rains,

and your own personal thunder.

I cling desperate, to the walls,

in my life's effort to get out

Fingernails digging in,

I climb the only known route.

Escape is most essential,

for this aching, inner struggle,

As both the depression,

and the sanity, I juggle.

Brought about by pains,

of both my body and mind-

Some the result of abuses,

others have mentally assigned.

But never will I break,

and never fully, will I fall.

As always before, I'll come back,

-much stronger then them all.

For up at the perimeter's lip,

God's Hand extends outward, to me.

And His Amzing Grace, like always,

Lifts me up...and sets me free.