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Perfection

I was running 2 laps early in the morning
And I saw these beautiful young girls silently walking
They come with their sexy and feminine clothes and make up on their face
I wonder where they are going?

I stopped to run and just walk normally
I look at them just 2 meters near
They look gorgeous and dashing wearing their LV bag and bright red lipstick

With their 3 inches heels ,they look like just a beauty queen
I could call them perfect with just the way they look
Until I saw this simple girl with pajamas running just like me earlier

She's wearing earphones with her pink hoodie on
I searched for the girls with heels but they were gone
And so was the simple girl
Then I started to run again for my last lap

I run for a few minutes finding that girl and I don't know where to find her
I suddenly saw an old woman with her ruined basket and her vegetable lying on the floor
I run fast as I could to help her but when I'm just meters away
The girl with pajamas showed up and helped her

With that thought I smiled
I don't know why and with what I've just realize
Maybe I thought perfection was the other girls with red lipstick earlier
But I find perfection by the way this girl acts with pure heart and that's very overwhelming that there's always a girl like her.