When ur past actions come back haunting.
And the present future seems daunting.
Does one run and hide to escape the reality.
To shut out the realization of the finality.
And with all the misconceptions and lies.
All the truths that now appear as flimsy alibies.
Drawn in sucked down.
In a self-made pond to drown.
A place where memories never fade and wounds never heal.
An abyss of pain to perpetually feel.
Hope is gone, all is dire.
Self-made hell, enduring fire.
Will anyone want quench the fire within.
And can it be the one who threw you in.
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