Last year.

Tears begin to form when I think about where I was last year.

My heart aches when I think about last year.
I catch my breath when I think about where I was last year.
It's a place I never want to visit again.
It's a pit I never want to find myself in again.
It's a darkness that I never want to experience again.

But this I know: 

If I find myself there again, He is mighty to save.

He's done it before. He would do it again. And again. And again.

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