Broken Perfection; Perfect lies

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    Once upon a time I was a child. I found my perfection the day I grew up. Do I consider myself truly grown up? No. But I have grown. Do I pretend I know the real me? No. But I have found my perfection, and wonder about the lies that bind. But my perfection is broken, and my lies are deceitful. Who am I?

    You will probably never know.
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