Runaway into the mind of my perfect world. But is perfect real or just a word? Thinking that of wich is not to be but can truly be and the song repeating on and on in my head. Perfect is nothing but a cause for catastrophe. A in demand potant that cannot be replaced. Can it truly be or is it just me? 'Perfect', nothing but a word used to indulge peoples senses. Is perfect a word of a cause for confusion? No ones perfect in my mind were equal? Nothing can be perfect can it? ? ?
Amy Ormonde
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