My Perfect Self.

January 30, 2015

My perfect self.

I am flawless,

I am relentless,

I am faultless,

I am absolute.

I am the perfection of humanity.

Neither I nor society can see my flaws.

If they are unknown to the world, then are they really there at all?

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