Have you ever had one of those moments when you thought your life

 

just fell apart within seconds of your scummy existence? Or worse did

 

it take a lot longer than that…like hours, weeks, days and years. How

 

does that feel to know that you are doing the wrong thing and yet you

 

continue like a snob so adamant that it pisses you of a lot more?

 

What if you were a perfectionist beyond the limits of perfection? What

 

if the world wasn’t ready for you perfection? AND what if the

 

damnned world was’nt even ready for the adamant person that you

 

are?

 

AND WHAT if it wasnt ready for you

 

what would you do?

 

 

 



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