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I thought I was perfect

A man with no defect

But when college started

I felt that I was parted

From the being I used to be

No longer wise and strong as he

But rather I was weak like a bug

Feeling I always needed a hug

The days passed and the end of the semester came

With me knowing I was still on the top of my game

I know I am not perfect

I know I am trying.

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