"You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. You don't know what I'm made of, or just how much I'm capable of. You don't know where I've come from nor where I'm heading. You know nothing of my highs, or my lows. You don't know how fast I am, how strong I am, how resilient I am. You haven't got a clue what breakfast cereal I eat, what fragrance I wear, or who I'm dating. You don't even know my name. BUT YOU WILL."
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
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