Perfection
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It’s a disease.
I can’t help it.
I have to be right.
I crave perfection.
I am not a know-it-all;
I just like to be correct.
Pardon me if I take pride
in showing my intellect.
When others are better than me,
I get upset.
My throat feels like it’s closing
when I get an A minus on a test.
When they find a cure,
I’ll change my direction,
but for now I have to be right.
I crave perfection.
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