July 6, 2011
Perfection is a hermit to the world,
Living in a panic
She lives alone
In fear of the many flaws that others might label on her
She shows nothing more than an
Indescribable Beauty,
An Unworthy sense of self-confidence
And a faultless outlook on life
While inside, she is nothing more than a
Grain of Sand on the elegant beach of Eternity.
She cries at her faults,
Breaks down at her doorstep,
And falls apart when she is inside.
To people, she is perfect
To herself, she can’t do anything right

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