Perfection is key and the standards are locked

We are all forced to be birds of the flock.

No sorrow or pain,

No fortunes or gains.

A life where your memories aren't your own

But some broken and cloned.


We're rats in a maze,

Stuck in this never ending phase.

To outside eyes we are all the same,

Just pawns and pieces in this eternal game. 

Our world is stuck on replay

As we are all just waiting to break away.


Perfection comes at a heavy cost,

For it, our uniqueness is lost. 


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