One, two, three, Im gon be crazy and free.

I was on the edge, I was confused and disoriented. As I was about to fall, I was saved, by that bond we had made. Now, I will not faultier. I will only pick myself up and keep walking. I overcame this gash in my life, and I only accept it. That's what makes me, me. I become stronger through my experiences, and I keep on walking.

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, there and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You will get there by candle-light

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine...

Every mistake you make is only increasing your odds of succeeding