Perfection

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It’s a disease.

I can’t help it.

I have to be right.

I crave perfection.

I am not a know-it-all;

I just like to be correct.

Pardon me if I take pride

in showing my intellect.

When others are better than me,

I get upset.

My throat feels like it’s closing

when I get an A minus on a test.

When they find a cure,

I’ll change my direction,

but for now I have to be right.

I crave perfection.

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