Perfection Lost

Exertion, exhaustion, Elimination, Existentialism.

The freedom I demand is the freedom that binds.

The independence I strive for is the independence that separates.

The will that shapes me is the will that kills me.

Apathy, Anger, Anxiousness, Anticipation.

The joy that fills me is the joy that leaves.

The apathy that enrages me is the apathy that lays dormant.

The hope that inspires me is the hope that let me down.

Perfection lost to all who seek it.


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