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perfection


Perfection was created
to make us feel imperfect,
but imperfect, of course,
is the perfect thing to be.

 

We spend every hour of every day,
every day of every week,
trying to be different,
trying to be unique.

putting on tons of makeup

working out, trying to build those muscles up

 


 

Our natural instinct is to search
for answers to life's questions,
That we don't understand,
like "What is perfection?"

we will never find the answer

because the answer is already there


 

You strive to be "perfect,"
a term you don't understand.
You should be yourself
before it gets out of hand.
Before it to late
 

Surely happiness is priority
over a word like "perfection,"
so ask yourself this,
Who looks back in your reflection?
Are you happy with yourself?

why both trying to look good,

when you already do?

Why try to look like someone else?

why cant you be you?

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