It seems as if we continually have to make a change,
an eternal desire to find something for which we be exchanged.
Is perfection something to strive for?
Or will we always be left wanting more?
Perhaps it is flaws that give a sense of uniqueness.
But will we ever be content if flaws continued to be viewed as a weakness?
I refuse to be viewed as a project, with fixations needed.
A self alteration is something to never be conceded.
When I view myself, I will not experience a feeling of ambiguity,
Instead, I will experience a sense of pride with my identity.
an eternal desire to find something for which we be exchanged.
Is perfection something to strive for?
Or will we always be left wanting more?
Perhaps it is flaws that give a sense of uniqueness.
But will we ever be content if flaws continued to be viewed as a weakness?
I refuse to be viewed as a project, with fixations needed.
A self alteration is something to never be conceded.
When I view myself, I will not experience a feeling of ambiguity,
Instead, I will experience a sense of pride with my identity.
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