Perceived Perfection

Fri, 01/16/2015 - 10:13 -- sims.j2

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I possess an open mind,

One with which I greet each day.

A frown, scarcely found upon my face,

Posiive attitudes are here to stay.

Its my perfections that make me pefect,

That's the reason why I am  flawless.

On the outside I'm perceived as a freak,

But my morals keep me reassured I was created error free.

 

 

 

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