We all wonder if they exist.
And if they do where?
What do they act like?
What do they wear?
Where do they go?
Who do they talk to if anyone?
If they existed where would I find one?
Every day I wonder.
Every day a small part cares
Wondering if there's an actual perfect person breathing out there.
Someone with no troubles or doubts and nothing to complain or worry about.
Someone with out a single flaw to ruin there day, and of they had someone to complete there already perfect day. But I guess they would live in a perfect place somewhere, far far away from this place.
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PoetryThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!
