Tonight I will rock the rough draft.  My intellect will consume the discussion board, and I will be astounding.  The power in my mind will blast away ignorance.

I rock.
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Sometimes, when the world is attempting to crush me, I push back and crush it.  In other words, when the centipede with its legs of self-pity, self-doubt, and self-hatred creep up on me, I smash it by talking myself up.  Because I was beautifuly and wonderfully made, by a Great Being who sculpted me with love.