With perfection comes pride When it’s imperfect, it’s life We need to be human first To conquer the wandering thirst. Why all relations with rules and restrictions They bring no love, just destruction Why is it always required I think more forced than desired Why is the goal money and a home Why not justContinue reading “When it’s imperfect, it’s life”
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