God I may be perfect in your eyes
But I am not perfect according to the rules of the world
I am one of those creatures
little can be seen and sensed
I envy the perfections that others posses
I long for mysterious eyes
I dream of perfect curves
I desire the spotless skin
I have none of these
I wish I was never born
Why are the wants of the people are same
Why are they different when seen
Are unique feeling hard to create?
Hence you left us the same feelings to long for
Are unique looks easy to create
Hence you left some of us satisfied and others to unseen misery,
I leave it to you to answer
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