Nobody Is Born Perfect
At times we say and do things we dont mean,
we hurt others feelings without wanting to.
'im sorry' loses its whole meaning.
at this stage we start looking to undo,
knowing that it cannot be done, we try.
But sadly, what's done is done.
One right doesn't fix a wrong, but why?
Why is every effort shunned?
The past will always be brought into the present,
to remind us of the damage we caused.
Nothing is forgotten untill and unless,
time itself heals our flaws.
Everybody has some reject.
Nobody is born perfect.
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