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We strive for perfection, an unattainable goal,
Chasing after a mirage, that takes a toll,
We forget that imperfection is what makes us unique,
And the pursuit of perfection, only makes us meek,
Perfection, what a folly, a tale of woe.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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