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The disease called "Perfection"

This is the title to a blog post that I am hoping will go viral. The Disease of Perfection is something that is wipespread, in face I am a victim...or a willing infectee, but I would like to now be part of the cure. The first step, of course, is knowing you have it. Click this link and see if you have any of the symptoms: The Disease Called Perfection.

After you read it you can comment there or here and read my comment below in the comment section.


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  1. The aricle made me sad, some of the the things written were just way to close to home, but then that is the way with truth. So it's makes me think, the reason ...we all responded to the post is because he was honest and real and I think, we all want to be honest and real too. Maybe if there were more of us being happy and not spreading the disease maybe we could help others. We might stop a few tears from being shed or least help wipe them away. We might give someone strength to continue on or even give a person another day a life. We may really give hope and love to others, maybe even ourselves. ♥

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