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Nov 2017
Conceit and Condescension flow through my veins
I bleed Superiority
I'm a liar
I could use a dash or two of Confidence in my morning tea
I'd settle for a water with a little splash Vanity
I'm an echo of originality

Vainglorious is my halo
I'm not bothered by what other people think of me
I'm a fraud
I crave Narcissism in my burritos
I lust for Pride in my beer
I am a ghost of inspiration

Pride and Tyranny are my wings
My aura is Aloof
I'm a mask
I'll take a shot of Snobbery with my scotch, neat
I wish I had Arrogance in my head
I am  a mass hallucination
This is an inverted dichotomy of my self-perception. I focus more on the invisibility in real life, where here I am focusing on the elitist self-absorbed attributes that exist within me
Written by
Trevor Dowe  31/M/The Twilight Sky
(31/M/The Twilight Sky)   
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