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The voices. The people. Screaming, shouting, howling I'm not. And there I sit. Taking the hits. Trying to figure my wrongs. I like awake at night, figuring out how to be..... Perfect! Their words dig like needles. Please just leave me alone, I'm trying here. I'm trying. I'm surrounded. I'm on my knees, begging for them to stop. Begging them to stop the torment. Begging them to let me be. My mind races. Memories of my past begin to fade. They fade into the unknown until, I see her face. And as we locked eyes, she told me. She told me I was..... Perfect. She saw what no one else saw. I take a big deep breath, plant my feet, and shout... NO!!!! I. AM. NOT. PERFECT!!! My flaws are what makes me me. I'm not perfect. Perfection is an impossibility. Yes, I'm not perfect, far from. But to me.... To me I'm just fine.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
Perfection
The voices. The people. Screaming, shouting, howling I'm not. And there I sit. Taking the hits. Trying to figure my wrongs. I like awake at night, figuring out how to be..... Perfect! Their words dig like needles. Please just leave me alone, I'm trying here. I'm trying. I'm surrounded. I'm on my knees, begging for them to stop. Begging them to stop the torment. Begging them to let me be. My mind races. Memories of my past begin to fade. They fade into the unknown until, I see her face. And as we locked eyes, she told me. She told me I was..... Perfect. She saw what no one else saw. I take a big deep breath, plant my feet, and shout... NO!!!! I. AM. NOT. PERFECT!!! My flaws are what makes me me. I'm not perfect. Perfection is an impossibility. Yes, I'm not perfect, far from. But to me.... To me I'm just fine.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
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