No one is perfect,
No one can be as perfect as your imagination
But we search for one, constantly.
Sometimes I think,
People with schizophrenia are not that unfortunate,
At least they imagine the perfect one, and truly believe in it.
But our search never ends and that void is never filled.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
