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By , Your Street, PA
I strive,
I want,
I reach,
but come up empty.

I strive to be perfect like those girls in school,
I want their flawless skin,
perfect bodies,
beautiful hair,
I reach out for it,
striving for perfection,
but come up empty.

I strive to be loved like they are,
I want people asking me to sit at their lunch table,
guys falling for me,
I reach,
but come up empty.

You could say I strive for unachievable perfection,
I want too much,
I reach too far,
But I still wish upon the stars,
For that unachievable perfection.

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