Wandering Out Lostly
No matter how far I travel, I can never seem to reach the stars.
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Being perfect is subjective, based on one's own beliefs and values, but many of us can't even match that.
The Sewers by cornandbeans
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
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