Category : Poems

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No one will ever meet perfect No ones ever sure about it I'm guessing there's no such thing The only time we will be perfect is when we have angle wings When we become god which is never When we die if ever I dont know why people think they're so perfect I guess they don't think about it The only perfect...Is the special needs They always doo such kind deeds Sometimes I guess they might be mean  But they have troubles with those kinds of things My brother has a heart like no other Not even. Like his mother his stomach is on the wrong side His stomach is on the right People may not think of this as "perfect" Family is the only one that thinks about it I guess I try to make him feel better  So he doesnt think  Perfect is never