Sometimes I think you try too hard to make sure I don't turn out like you.
That I don't screw up my life like how you screwed up yours.
I'm sorry I can't be that shade of perfect you want.
Can't all this just be good enough for you?
Cos it's good enough for me.
`things happen for a reason
`haha so what's the reason?
`that maybe there are better things in life suited for you
My posts these past two days or so is getting more vague.
I kinda like it that way.
Proof of the way my mind actually thinks; randomised, shuffled, bits and pieces.
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