Drowning

Drowning

With no hand to grasp for help

I don’t get it,

Perfect people don’t exist

So why do we expect it?

No one is perfect

Not the person sitting in front of me

Nor the person next to me

I feel like i’m drowning

Drowning in expectations

And drowning in insecurities

Drowning, Drowning, Drowning

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