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Perfection
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The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects
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I am as close to that, as we are to the Andromeda Galaxy.
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That is 2 million light years away.
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And I only continue to back step away from this. But no one...nothing...is perfect.
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Don't you understand yet? My drive for things is damaged. Do i need a "Being Repaired" sign over my soul.
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I died and came back (metaphorically speaking). I lost who I was and its hard enough trying to come back. I don't need your scorn.
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Do I continue to not live up to your expectations? Have I fallen more from that pedestal you apparently use to view me on?
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So what if I have fallen as Lucifer did from heaven. What difference does it make to you? You just pry open all the stitched up wounds and pour the salt.
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Thought my depression had faltered...but it knows it will never die. Lives in the shadows of my mind, clawing at my soul.
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I hope to protect my heart...but I can't control where the darkness goes.
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Locked and confined to the shackles and gloomy cage of a tattered mind.
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Shattered. Broken. Sent into splinters. Crushed and beaten. Subdued. Close to the acceptance of defeat. Submission to the darkness. To sprawl myself among silence and tears.
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Perfection
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