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In the chain of perfection

In the chain of perfection, I see all flaws fall into place, my fears arm up against me and my anxiety rises. In the time of perfection, I am reminded of who I was and what I have become, a child lost in a pool of mistakes where only the firm can find themselves to shore .
In the hour of perfection, I choose to look ahead with hope for a brighter and more beautiful day. Before I am reminded of my reality where the only thing that is perfect are my scars.

I only hope to break free from these chains.

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