I'm Nobody,
But Nobody's perfect.
Imperfection is perfection.
But who cares
In this twisted world
Where one's fate
Is unknown.
Where we thrive
Off each other,
Become one,
Losing vital skills,
Gaining little,
Hearing life's trageties
And doing what?
Nothing.
We're hurting "us"
So why do we try so hard?
To make ourselves perfect.
But we,as individuals, already are.
It's "us" that is not.
We say things like
How sad
I'll help and
I'm sorry.
But those are just words.
Take Control.
Take Action.
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