The word itself rhymes with neglection.
I don't think perfect is something to achieve,
It's definitely not descriptive of me,
If perfect, then they must also deceive,
Because perfect is something we will never be.
Nobody's perfect.
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Not one of my best poems, but hey, I'm not always super good with words! This picture reminds me of this poem.. Oh how I love my life. I'm so blessed!
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