Being perfect in this world is like trying to fit a quare into a circle.
Trying to figure out who the real me is, wondering where and when it will
happen. Who am I you ask. Well I have yet to find that out, but when I do I
will let you know. Feeling as if my world is a black hole with no end, why
me, why now. I keep asking myself these questions and I have yet to come up
with an answer
 
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