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I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
Not going to let another day pass me byEven though my hair maybe a messAnd I'm not going to lieI don't always pass the test But I'm going to let the world know that I'm flawless
I was in love. And you were too.we were together, through and through.but you left me alone, Stranded in an ocean of my tears.it was the end. Of me. Of you. Of us. Of who we were.
Flaws make us who we are,