I was not made for "perfect"... Or maybe "perfect" wasn't made for me... The weirdest and wildest of impulses was killed in five seconds. Maybe it was just meant to teach me that perfection isn't even what I thought it was. You could've been perfect, you were. And yet reality nulifies perfection in so many ways it isn't even surprising.
Anyway, I was made for rain and coffee... For subtlety and irony... Words shut and words said... It doesn't matter anymore... "I wish I was perfect"
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