I should not thank them,

for I lived three years in hell

with no escape - not even a chance.


To thank, is not wise

not after what I endured;

knowing the demons who were to blame.


Yet thanking is thought,

for thanks is shown when grateful,

though I will never say this aloud.


But is thanks too strong

or too great a redemption,

if my demons will forever haunt?


I suppose it is,

though I can't help wondering:

what i would have been without my hell...



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