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.
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Robert Frost NEIL ANDERSON Elizabeth Jones O Lord these I ask thee If you open it, close it others have mothers-millions of mothers MOney will buy a bed but not sleep Believe in yourself by : Kent Keith |
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