Perfection's Flaw
I thought I knew what it was to be perfect.
I guess my thoughts were wrong.
No matter how hard I tried to be perfect
my indecisiveness was always a different song.
But now I know that I am different,
and different isn't always bad.
For if I went to the land of normal
All the perfects I thought I knew
would not be there
because they are different too.
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