There are so many things I want to fix.
Because everything is imperfect,
And everything dark seeks light.
But I only have two hands,
So sometimes I think to hell with it
And watch it be consumed by the dark.
How funny that we’ve all,
Missed our marks in life.
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It’s me two years ago.
Now, I do not care about imperfections.
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