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This is the last you'll hear of me, at least for a while. I'm not going to write in here anymore. It's a useless and self-deprecating pass time. Maybe a poem once in a while, if I ever feel the need. But that's it. Today was a mistake and a half. I won't let it happen again. There's a lot I'd like to say, but it's not worth it anymore. My tears are not worth it. My lips are sealed. Today, I rip my heart out, turn it to stone, throw it in a box and lock it away. I'll save it for some other time. When the world is ready for me again.
For now this is my mantra:
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 bludgeonings 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.
And I swear I'll stick by it.
Goodnight.
Joanna
For now this is my mantra:
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 bludgeonings 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.
And I swear I'll stick by it.
Goodnight.
Joanna