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Natural selection


 It’s simple,

Adaptation.

Transformation.

It’s said the only way out of defects are circumspections,

 

But the true source of my survival lies in imperfections.

 

So… no, I will not release the simplicity to my peace,

 

 Or watch Mistakes perceived as a misunderstood perfection.

 

 See, I wasn’t less then… what I needed to be,

 Satisfied were you not, with what you desired to see?

 An ongoing reproduction of me.

Weakness,

Sensitivity,

 Still, this is key to my simplicity,

Meek,

I will rise as the weakest link and show you it’s not about...  competition.

 

 

 

 

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Athara Pierre

Passionate about life, very simple minded, but determined to change corrupted circumstances around me.

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