SallyBobMcpucket

Perfection is sought, yet the perfection that is wanted displeases many. The ideas of imperfection are at fault. Once the form of living is altered, mistakes will be fatal. Flaws prohibited. The defects will be picked  apart, changing  the person as a whole. Only strings, shining in the light of the stage. Nothing was asked, and everything is owed. Gone. No longer existing. The strings are being pulled, and resistance is withheld. No scissors hold the ability for freedom. Losing all senses. The remains of  the disappearing self are an everlasting facade. The correctness that of the goal has finally