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Imperfect

By majopau, Quezon City, Philippines

I always thought I was writer
But I was wrong
Childish stories
Meaningless ones
The things I wrote
Never pleased anyone

I think,
That's the thing that's so wrong

I think to much
Expect so much
From this tiny self

Perfection
Praise
Glory
Fame
That's want I want

But I know I can never get it
I'm imperfect
I'm flawed

I'll forever be this way
Haunting me everyday




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