The "Perfect Me"Mature

The perfect me, she doesn't exist, I will always be second best to your fantasies:
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The "perfect-me" that you say you used to know,

Please introduce me to her, we lost touch a long time ago,

Did she make a good first-impression?

No self-loathing, self-harm, manic-depression.

What was she, good-looking, sophisticated?

Not a geek like me, just "...Educated..."

Is she still alive or "dead" like me,

What attraction do you see???

 

You found someone better, things began to look up,

I couldn't change for you, I'll always be the same artistic fuck-up.

 

 

 

 

The End

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