A rare moment of genius, of sheer brilliance and now I realize: the thought was simply out there to be grabbed. Unfortunately, it was grabbed by someone else first. Although, that it was grabbed by another genius is comfort, small albeit, but comfort nonetheless. I would like to think it was the best I'd ever come up with, and now, it seems recycled, manufactured, old, stale...suddenly not mine.
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