Pursuit of Excellence
I wonder day and night what is that I lack.
My demons in my head tell me it's you that no one likes.
The consciousness In my head pushes me towards my fantasized flawlessness.
The glory of excellence puts a hefty consequence on thyself.
Seductive as it is my mind bears the repercussions.
The World as it is puts me on a grand pedestal.
My breasts fills with all the glory, but in her mind I'm not Satisfactory.
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