And That's Wrong.You're fat.Or maybe you'reAnorexic...I don't know.But you're not perfect.And that's wrong.You're ugly.Or maybe you'reFake...But you're not perfect.And that's wrong.You're quiet.Or maybe you'reObnoxious...But you're not perfect.And that's wrong.You're you.Or maybe you'relike everybody else?Well.You're not perfect.And that's wrong.
OnceThe expert was once a beginnerstarting out humble and small.The saint, once a condemned sinnerequivalent to the angels that fall.The flower was once but a seedthat began deep under ground.The oceans are born as streamswinding their steady way down.The animal was once a mere cellgrowing safely inside a womb.The whisper transforms into a yellwhich reaches an ear very soon.The object is firstly scatteredas bits and bobs, then into a pile.And nonsense became what matteredwhen the adult grew up from the child.
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