I explore the world.
Wondering
what will come next?
Then I see it.
That one thing
that separates everyone
to be their own person.
No one else.
Flaws.
everywhere.
Every second I see them.
leaking out from people's soul
begging for you to notice them.
Wanting to torture them,
make them stronger.
Fixing them will only make them weaker
feeling unconfident within.
But you can't, you can't fix them.
I mean they're only human.
What can we do?
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She Does Things {ON HOLD}
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