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Perfection


Perfection.

A person. A thing. A life form without flaws. 
People wonder why society is messed up? Everyone is looking for the sense of pure perfection. I mean, who doesn't wanna be the model with the glorious voice and perfect hair? Why wouldn't you wanna walk into a room and have endless people stare?
The definition of perfection is not what you wear. It's not the perfect cloths or the infamous Stares. 
Perfection is what you see in the darkest hour. 
It's the late night errors and the lose of power 
It's the fight that brings you to the top
Not what you do or where you shop
Just stop and think for a minute.. 
Imagine a world without perfection. 
It would be like waking up with disconnection 
So instead of trying to be perfect,
Try to see perfect. 
Imagine how the world would change! 
If every person you see is made of imperfection,
The world would change a sudden direction 
Because instead of finding your perfect flare
You'd look for all imperfections everywhere
 in all reality,
Imperfection is the beauty. 
What shows us who we really are 
And instead of infamous stares 
You'll finally see the social repear. 
Peace. Love. Everywhere. 
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