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Prefection

Everyone expects me to perfect at everything. When I do something wrong everyone is surprised . I am not God. Everyone falls fro time to time. So why is everyone is expecting me to be? Well I am sorry I am not perfect not even close. I only tried to just to please people I am sick and tired

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