TantalizingMature

I see you.

My weaknesses.

I hate you. 

I utterly despise you.

They are apart of me.

So I utterly despise myself.

Perfection sounds so lovely. 

It sounds so appeasing, so comforting.

But I know what I will find if I try. 

A futile chase.

A longing never fulfilled.

The chilling of my soul.

I will hide my imperfections.

From those I love.

I'm not afraid to look them in the mirror.

Just as long as they can't see them. 

I'll be good. 

I'll work it out on my own.

I'll get there someway.

But I know its a vicious cycle.

Will I ever truly escape? 

The End

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