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This mind, you'll find, has been long abandoned by the calming solace of discretion Perfection. Pure and simple. Perfection My mind is crippled by your wants and yet, it yearns for nothing more I hate myself for what I seek... and that is you, perfection You cunning angel of deceit And while I weep for what I can't achieve I see you taunting me, oh my sweet perfection
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Perfectionist
This mind, you'll find, has been long abandoned by the calming solace of discretion Perfection. Pure and simple. Perfection My mind is crippled by your wants and yet, it yearns for nothing more I hate myself for what I seek... and that is you, perfection You cunning angel of deceit And while I weep for what I can't achieve I see you taunting me, oh my sweet perfection
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
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