"My uncle's house burned down when I was 6 years old. We got out safely. But ever since, I've had a nightmare of dying in a fire."

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I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

— Elizabeth I