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we all strive for perfection
it's in our veins
corrupted;
powerless
everyone wants to feel in control
but what is perfection?
everyone wants to be that person
that idealistic, selfish version of ourselves
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but when we do achieve it
we don't feel happy
we don't feel whole
we don't feel perfect
we just don't feel
maybe that's what perfection is
total, agonising numbness
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