Not perfect with this body.
A body writhes in physical pain and loss of abilities most of the time.
A mind dealing mental anguish from time to time. Constantly fatigued.
The GPS of a brain recalculating its route often.
Not perfect in life all the time.
Making mistakes. Being and living as a human being.
Yet, some look for more and more. Never enough and not to their standards.
Quite frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever will be.
To hell with perfect expectations.
Because that will never be me.
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