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Sep 2011
I remember a few times,
when I almost gave up all hope,
when everything was far from fine.
And I was hanging on to the ends of a rope.

I remember these times just a little too well,
when I felt like I was in a free fall,
And when I hit the ground someone rang a bell,
my final bell and I could do nothing at all.

But I am not here to remind you of yours,
I am here because I have something to tell,
no matter how bad it gets it will get better its true,
to tell the truth there are some things in life worth going through hell.

Even though what you're going through is bad,
it doesn't mean that it’s the end of it all,
and even though you're going to get sad,
there will be a time when you want to break through the wall.

And I promise you,
that there will be times when you're glad,
if you believed these words as true,
and because of the at you didn't give up when you were sad.

So get up and get out,
don't let the bad times make you fail,
show the world what you're about,
go ahead and blaze a new trail.
This poem is an older one. It was for some of my friends who were going through a rough time.
Written by
Andrew Ciaciuch
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