Sometimes, you wish you could turn back time..
One mistake and you walk around feeling like you have a board hung on your neck, walking the hall of shame.. i didn't ask for it, no one does. So being in love, and having things happened makes someone perfect? Perfection? Who ever created that? I don't want to be perfect, no one is. When you're in love, everything you do is just right, so right that nothing ever comes in the book of wrong doings, but when shits happen, the whole world looks at you like you've murdered a whole nation. Why? Why do we live by the stereotypical mind, believing that perfection does exist?
I'm sorry i can't be perfect.
fuck perfection
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