Grim care, moroseness, and anxiety—all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God’s medicine. — Henry Ward Beecher

 "She didn't need you to fight her battles for her. She learned to do that all on her own years ago.

She didn't need you to fight her demons for her either. She learned they have a place in her, just like her light. She doesn't want to slay them down. She likes just where they are. Where she can see them, tame them, and let them come out to play every once in awhile. It's only when they get too much and try to take over her, does she feel filled with such power, she may run free with them. That's when she needs you to calm the fire within, as she grins at you, and stares at you with those eyes. Those eyes, that will stir your soul making you want her. Only one way to calm those demons rising, and that's fighting fire with fire. She just hopes you have fun trying