Ego Trippin: Personal Narrative

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Ego Trippin’

I was born to sing.

My beautiful voice sounds like a cheerful bird busily chirping in the early morning sun.

I can dance just as well,

with my feet gracefully sliding across the smooth floor like a tiptoeing butterfly.

The piano that I play bows down to me

as I gently push down each and every one of its soft, white and black keys.

The sound of my silver flute rings out for the listening world to hear

as I put my heart into each note.

My music is more beautiful than the calming sound of a rippling brook.

I am a professional musician, no doubt about it.

My volleyball skills are the absolute best.

When I make my powerful serve over the distant net,

the firm ball heavily drops on the other side like a bomb about