There is a
fear of imperfection
That eats
away at souls
Never
satisfied with reflection,
And unattainable
goals
In seeking
to be perfect
Often they
lose their way –
There’s no
one left to protect
Them during
the darkened day
Some souls
find their end
Too soon,
without good cause
But others
find a friend
Who sees
beauty in their flaws
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