There is no perfect person,in this world that we call home.
these creatures we call human are made to sin,the souls that they have are sinned.
the fragile steps leaped onto this world is made of imperfection!
My eyes were made for me to see,yet i observe want I do not want too.
The outcast of the human cries of the imperfection that does so well.
Vivid the imagination of the soul that observes,whispers to the silent sounds of imperfection that does well.
Rigid,dynamic,yes we are...yet many want to uphold this perfection that is untrue to thy ownself...
vivacious,they are eager to want and yet do not try the hard road always wanting...EASY COME, EASY GO!
imperfection is the beautiful of being human,so why is that we try to be something we are not?...imperfection does well in the eyes of the of a "golden spoon,rather than the silver spoon.
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