It seems like many strive to be “perfect” Nothing out of place or order. But what if your version of perfect, is different than mine? Is it no longer perfection? Maybe then, perfection does not truly exist. ~A
Expression through poetry
It seems like many strive to be “perfect” Nothing out of place or order. But what if your version of perfect, is different than mine? Is it no longer perfection? Maybe then, perfection does not truly exist. ~A