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Mukora Uniocular from a place Since: Jan, 2010 Relationship Status: I made a point to burn all of the photographs

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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 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.

A poem written by William Ernest Henley in 1875. It is one of the best things I have ever read.

"It's so hard to be humble, knowing how great I am."

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