Perfect
Most strive for this “thing”,
This being that no one can be,
Time and space, beauty and love,
They all have their flaws.
Nobody’s perfect.
The stress we feel,
To be this unreal thing.
It is terrible,
To look and say,
You are everything but perfect,
And oddly enough,
That’s what I’d like to be.
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