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I'm sorry I never kept my promise, I've never really been that good with guarantees involving my future self; a person I'm still striving to find...
It pulls you into the depths of darkness,
Clawing at your faith,
Straining your soul.
Further and further, you descend
Past the nine levels,
Straight into the flaming pit,
of Hell.
When you die, you’re wiped off the face of the Earth…forever.
Your dreams and goals will never be fulfilled.
You leave behind everyone, everything.
There’s no going back and changing mistakes.
But, when you wake up in the morning, there is still time to change anything; achieve everything.
Your life, your next breath is not guaranteed.

Don’t wait till it’s too late.
Not really a poem, rather thoughts I wanted to share.
Too much time to think
has guided my mind to fall
back into the black hole of depression.
This one I fear I will not be able to escape.
Its claws are gripped tight
around my neck like a hanging rope.
I feel my feet slowly being lifted from the ground.

— The End —