Being Perfect Does Not Make Me Imperfect
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In life we are grown into the shadow of perfectness. Perfect hair. Perfect body. Perfect life. For this not only made me feel good because I saw how people were envying me by this perfectness, but also when I think of it, deep down it was nothing but the true me dying in pain of this perfectness of a shell called beauty. They say being beautiful is pain, but isn't the pain the most treasure of it all?
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