Apr 2
I checked once.
I checked twice,
I checked thrice
and that third time
became obsession.
Fixed, call it oppression.
I checked twice,
I checked thrice
and that third time
became obsession.
Fixed, call it oppression.
I hate failing in things that do not matter.
I enjoy perfection, the ironic thing is I can never be perfect.
At times I think, the things I deem as perfect, God is looking from above thinking,
"This child of mine dierr."
I enjoy perfection, the ironic thing is I can never be perfect.
At times I think, the things I deem as perfect, God is looking from above thinking,
"This child of mine dierr."
