The Struggle
Everyone tries to be perfect, but in reality their unperfect.
Trying to fight each other over popularity but either way we all got similaraties.
We are all rocks. We come in different shapes, colors and sizes.
So when you look at yourself in the mirror, like a beautifuly framed picture be happy with what you see, not what others want you to be.
Once the bright orange fiery sun goes to sleep you have to be proud of who you are.
You can spend a billion years trying to be someone, but you will never be him, her, or me.
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