The moving target
It want just that single spark,
The moment things went wrong,
Its how you measure every beat
Of where i don't belong.
You hold me up to everyone,
To every thing you see,
Then claim you don't want "perfect"-
While you try to edit me.
Your words are soft and forgiving,
But your actions hold the line;
I've finally stopped the talking,
Since I'm never quite "Just Fine."
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