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Pushed around from all sides,

It'd be so easy to fall and cry.

Wallow in self pity,

just roll over and die.

 

That is not going to happen.

 

I will stand firm,

broken and battered as I am,

I will stand resolute,

against the cold-crushing waves

 

You will not get the best of me,

You can not take me down

I am not one who is to be trifled with,

I AM NOT SOME GODDAMN CLOWN.

 

By the time that this is over,

by the end of the turn,

I will tear apart all you hold dear,

strike the match, and watch it burn

 

to dust

to embers

I will teach you

something you will always remember.