perfect?
my friend, you do not know what perfection is.
through your pale eyes you only see what i want you to see.
i know well how to hide my imperfections,
all too well, my insecurities and mistakes.
i am going to be so, so sad
when my skin and bones turn into glass,
when you're able to see right through me
as if i'm illuminated from the inside out.
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