Perfection
Who am I?
I used to ask myself.
The harsh words i used to tell myself left only an impression as I turned my back on yesterday.
Today, as I look back at who I used to be, I Am Proud.
Proud of who I have become, proud of who that person made me.
A Perfectionist.
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