The perfection of which i aim to get to, The weight upon my shoulders will be gone. The only freedom of which i have left is what i live up to everyday. The light of which i gain control, Over something many can not give up to the control. The perfection of to which i exist, To which i hold upon. Given in a single moment, Of what decision i should make for one moment of satisfaction, Or another day of perfection.
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