A Flaw In A Perfect World.

by Artistic Fallen Angel   Apr 4, 2008


There is no such thing as perfect. So why do I view everything and everyone around me as such? In my eyes in a perfect world filled with perfect people, I roam this land with my unflawlessness and is exiled as though I have belonged before. In a world that is nowhere near perfect I am a flaw in the plan. Why do I feel this such way and for that matter everyone is different and unique in every way possible but yet I feel as though I do not belong.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Hollow Face

    I'm feeling that way right now. Good write! i love it.