I was not delivered unto this world in defeat,
nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a
sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I
am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep.
I will hear not those who weep and complain,
for their disease is contagious. 
Let them join the sheep. 
The slaughterhouse of failure is not
my destiny.
I will persist until I succeed.
I will win.

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