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There is this girl that I know. With amber eyes and long brown hair. Constantly I could find her sipping on the barney and eating some grub as she dreams of being perfect. But no matter how many times she was called bae and looked minted driving her pony she never truly felt magnificent. She definitely was discombobulated at the thought that being perfect was a reachable goal. For as many times as she felt the most bomb satisfaction in herself she knew she wasn't the perfect girl she strives to be. The jitters exploded around her constantly as she wondered what others saw but she could never let them in. Her resiliency was remarkable after every time some draft little boy would smirk with doubt she would hold her head high as if nothing was wrong. She never regretted anything. The only time the word sorry would escape her lips was when she meant the complete opposite of the intent for the word. No she never felt genuinely sorry for her actions she took in her life. She was a lot of things in her life but perfect was not one.