Stop telling the world to be perfect

If creation had to begin I believe it would start by destroying the premise of all the expectations that made it tired and brittle. The things that it had to adhere to like hot glue. Stuff that causes hair loss, and a tense jaw.

Or would it just be like, If you tell me I must I most definitely will not And if you tell me I absolutely am, I feel more half and half.

Anyways, I feel heavy inside So I scroll instagram Until it fogs up my mind I forget all my strict to do lists All the wonderful things I believe I must do in order idk.

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