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August 21, 2006
They're all saying it'll be impossible to replace me. I welcome the praise bashfully, feeling awkward, but secretly swelling up. This kind of attention verges on dangerous. Apparently, I'm better than I care to admit. I just may start believing I underestimated myself and have the world in bloom to offer. Maybe I'm better than everyone else. Maybe I need to withhold my glory and yield mercy to only those I find exquisite in excellence. I think I'll stay indoors in my corner, as I do not want my exuding glow to illuminate upon the scum dragging by their asses.