Ladder
When you finally finish climbing,
Out of the darkest pits,
You reach the light, shining,
You're happy and everything fits.
Then you feel those hands,
Grasping, pulling, clawing at your back,
You're drug back down in the sands,
Hope, future, Life, fades back to black.
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