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Nov 2020
Wounded by many
Filled with flaws

Yet I try to reach expectations,
Just to hear the applause


Lost myself,
Turning this smile plastic

But they say 'don't stop',
Even if it is toxic


For everyone's satisfaction
The key is to sacrifice

And just ignore how much
This heart cries


Worked so hard
But you want more,

You never find raising these levels
A bore

Yet I have to learn how to shine
The dream to become
The "Perfect" Kind
Written by
Sanika Singh
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