Remember when you were just a kid, and being awesome was once measured on how many awards you would get on your school's Recognition Day. You went up the stage as confident as a kid could ever be and stand proud as if winning a battle. You don't know if it's when they announced you're name on the microphone or your mother hanging the coveted medal on your neck that excites you the most.
You don't know what it is, but the feeling is high coz you're pretty sure that your friends we're rooting to fill in your shoes. You feel like, you have this little bragging rights coz you're so awesome, medals and ribbons were dangling on your neck. Then you wanted to prolong the awesomeness, so you wore those accolades for hours, wishing that you're frenemies will see you as awesomely as possible. AWESOME!
You don't know what it is, but the feeling is high coz you're pretty sure that your friends we're rooting to fill in your shoes. You feel like, you have this little bragging rights coz you're so awesome, medals and ribbons were dangling on your neck. Then you wanted to prolong the awesomeness, so you wore those accolades for hours, wishing that you're frenemies will see you as awesomely as possible. AWESOME!
Others call it bragging but you call it... well bragging, too, but you're awesome, to hell do they care?
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