Notions Of Perfection

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Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
I’m choking; expiring through this hole

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Where Do You Want To Be

 

Where do you want to be
Life on an isolated island of sand
Sunshine beaming down to kiss your skin
Throwing out all the dreams they had planned
Turn your back on their expectations of your soul
Take time to love yourself before time expires
No one will care about you like you need to
Shun the shade; feel the passion of the sun’s fire