There was a time, once upon a time, where everything had to be perfect. Everything had to have straight edges with no little thing peeking or poking where it shouldn't. The fonts had to be pleasing to the eye. The words had to be centered. Every single detail had to be correct. But that was a long time ago. Somewhere along the way, I stopped having time for perfection and I had to be content with just being good enough. This is the curse of living in this broken world. Perfect is impossible. For now, good enough has to suffice.
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