Perfect
It hurts so much to want someone who is just so utterly perfect.
Too perfect to even compare to ourselves.
The pain is throbbing in your head and your heart, and it's very difficult to tell one apart;
Because well, they both hurt.
And as the confusion sweeps over us,
we stay silent, and still.
Could you prick up your ears and hear the internal sobs of the unwanted, the unnoticed and the unloved.
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