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Perfect

Looking at you,
looking at me.
Why can't I
be who you want me to be?

And as you stare,
it kills me to see
the way you look
so disdainfully at me.

I know I'm not perfect
but neither are you
and I can't wait 'til you leave
so I can start over new.





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