I must be concieted...
I never mean to do it, in fact I often object.But it seems no matter what I do, I'm my favorite subject.
Others just don't have the fire, or their grammar is imperfect.
That makes me instantly stamp on the word "reject".
I find it at times a terrible feeling, that others just cant compare.
I just have all these qualities that no one seems to share.
It's not an unsubstantiated claim to fame.
Spell check is there for everyone, its all the same.
I wouldn't say its a god complex.
There have been others able to perplex.
But few and far between, it's like a barren wasteland on my level.
oh well...
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