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\n My life is perfect,
it is only me who makes it flawed.
The desires I have,
I would be better off without them.
The things I want to own,
are the things I don't need.
I set traps for myself,
I make it all problematic,
stressful, disappointing.
I **** its beauty.
I fill it with nonsense.
I drag it, behind me,
like a dead body,
looking for a place
to get it dumped.
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