There's no such thing as perfection,
We all have flaws.
And if you keep stressing about things you can't change,
You'll spend the rest of your life singing the blues.
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
