Epitome of perfection
Was not a decision
You were born with it
Growing like a seed
It just get better
Like fine wine
Down to the letter
It's not your design
You are blessed
There are times you feel cursed
When they call you Mr perfect
But you're treated like a reject
Don't feel sad
When they treat you bad
Just push your way through
Coz it all belongs to you
©lenni-x
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