Perfection Is Parasitic
Striving for unrealistic goals,
Because my determination won't let them go
Forgetting I'm a human that needs rest,
Working is so addictive,
Aiming to be the best,
It's like an amoeba that's eats your mind slowly,
The magic lies in being happy,
Not chasing reckless dreams,
Balance is the key it seems
A wooden door inside of myself I still need to unlock,
The one where I can stop being a perfectionist.
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