but my fire burns so brightly it will melt any bitch's face off that gets too close. If you're going to come at me, come at me with a fire extinguisher. You can try to put out the fire but you never will. Never will I ever submit myself to the cruel whims of adult children again.

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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.