I used to look at you: books in hand, poised walk, and a smile that kills.
You seemed the essence of Perfection.
But when I look at you now: books covering face, unbalanced walk, and a smile of anxiety.
That's when I realized it. Perfection comes with a price.
And by God, you've paid that price- and I can tell you It wasn't worth it.
You're miserable.
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you are an increible person. just reading what goes through your mind illuminates mine. people grow,and you my friend, are learning how it is to do so. may you life shine,and on days it doesnt,make the clouds move away and believe you are the sun. for believing is mostly all we have in life.
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