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Welcome
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.



About
Name: Mallory Kate Jacks
Birthday: Febuary 11
Color: Red
Music: all that is good and easily recollected
Call: Veritas Vincit
Purpose: To give a completely honest review
of the life of yours truly.
Honesty is my policy.
Without honesty their is no truth.
Without truth I find no reason to live.
I find no reason to continue my search for "home".
So let us live on and continue gasping for breath.
"Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".


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rant.
Monday, December 17, 2007 3:58 PM
tomorrow. i will not be the same. today. i cannot say if i am what i was yesterday.

once again, i am stuck in a place i would rather not be in. i feel like i am being dragging in a different directions and the persistent pull comes from myself. if i could consistently focus on one thing at a time my mind would be at rest.

im tired of apologizing.
im tired of being wrong.
im tired of you, and you, and you, and you not being there.
im tired of losing.
im tired of hating.
im tired of giving up.
im tired of being second best.

there.

-mk