Monday, 05 January 2009
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Imperfection
Turn around
Staring right at you
Your own imperfections
They won't go away.
Rubbing away
The marks on the paper
Wishing the same
Could be done to your life.
You can pretend
The work you did's perfect
But deep down you know
It's all just a lie
Turn around
Laughing back at you
Your imperfect life
You just want to die.
By way of explanation, I have very severe OCD...work it out...



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