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Icarus falls victim to what the Greeks called Hubris. It is extreme arrogance and selfishness. The idea you are better than the gods. Most Greek heroes suffer from this trait. And they all die from it.

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Son of Daedalus who dared to fly too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax. Daedalus had been imprisoned by King Minos of Crete within the walls of his own invention, the Labyrinth. But the great craftsman's genius would not suffer captivity. He made two pairs of wings by adhering feathers to a wooden frame with wax. Giving one pair to his son, he cautioned him that flying too near the sun would cause the wax to melt. But Icarus became ecstatic with the ability to fly and forgot his father's warning. The feathers came loose and Icarus plunged to his death in the sea.

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Son of Daedalus who dared to fly too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax. Daedalus had been imprisoned by King Minos of Crete within the walls of his own invention, the Labyrinth. But the great craftsman's genius would not suffer captivity.

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Pandora was created to be imperfect. She let her curiosity get the better of her and opened the box that let out all of the terrors of the world. This was not Pandora's fault, she was made by Zeus to do this, and being imperfect was something she could not change.

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Written by GreekBoston.com in Greek Mythology

The story of Pandora's box begins with the story of Zeus, Prometheus, and Epimetheus. Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus were Titans but pledged their loyalty to Zeus and the Olympians, since Prometheus was born with the special power of prophecy and knew that Zeus would defeat the Titans. Zeus rewarded Prometheus and Epimetheus for their loyalty and gave them the job of creating the first creatures to live on Earth. Epimetheus formed the animals and gave each a special skill and form of protection. Prometheus took his time molding man, and was left with no forms of protection since Epimetheus had already given them all away. Prometheus knew man needed some form of protection and asked Zeus if he could let man have fire. Zeus refused. Fire was only for the gods. Prometheus ignored Zeus and gave man fire anyway. For this, Prometheus was punished. Zeus tied him with chains to a rock far away in the Caucasus Mountains where nobody would find him. Every day Zeus sent an eagle to feast upon Prometheus' liver, which grew back every day so that Prometheus would have to endure this torture daily until Heracles found Prometheus and killed the eagle and let Prometheus go.

This torture wasn't enough of a punishment for Zeus who also believed that humans should be punished for accepting the gift of fire from Prometheus. To punish man, Zeus created a woman named Pandora. She was molded to look like the beautiful goddess Aphrodite. She received the gifts of wisdom, beauty, kindness, peace, generosity, and health from the gods.

Zeus brought her to Earth to be Epimetheus' wife. Even though Epimetheus' brother, Prometheus, had warned him of Zeus' trickery and told him not to accept gifts from the gods, Epimetheus was too taken with her beauty and wanted to marry her anyway.

As a wedding present, Zeus gave Pandora a box (in ancient Greece this was called a jar) but warned her never to open it. Pandora, who was created to be curious, couldn't stay away from the box and the urge to open the box overcame her. Horrible things flew out of the box including greed, envy, hatred, pain, disease, hunger, poverty, war, and death. All of life's miseries had been let out into the world. Pandora slammed the lid of the box back down. The last thing remaining inside of the box was hope. Ever since, humans have been able to hold onto this hope in order to survive the wickedness that Pandora had let out.

"Pandora's box" now means anything that is best left untouched, for fear of what might come out of it.

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Written by GreekBoston.com in Greek Mythology The story of Pandora's box begins with the story of Zeus, Prometheus, and Epimetheus. Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus were Titans but pledged their loyalty to Zeus and the Olympians, since Prometheus was born with the special power of prophecy and knew that Zeus would defeat the Titans.

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This is me, Just like anyone else I am imperfect. I have tangled hair and Zits. But the imperfections are what make me human.

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[Intro: Aloe Blacc]
We're only human
We're only human

[Verse 1: Gentleman]
Do you prefer holdin' back or say what you wanna say?
Do you prefer meditation or prefer to pray?
When there is a situation, do you run away?
Trouble self your mind
Would you rather be free or make yuh bed in a cage?
Do you judge a book and neva open page
Are you ready to cool it
Are you holdin' your rage
Trouble self your mind

[Hook: Aloe Blacc]
Cause we're only human
With imperfections
Cause there is a time and a place for everything
We're only human, yeah

[Verse 2: Gentleman]
Are you gonna look back and say that you never live?
Expect to receive but then you don't wanna give
Your conscience and vacation your heart is a drift
Trouble self your mind
Are you really no' able and facin' this place?
Or are you givin' up a wan' move outta space?
I know you know what I'm sayin' I see di look on yuh face
Trouble self your mind

[Bridge: Gentleman]
Seh we still all a rejoice, still a all di vibes, still a show love, we nuh crazy
Hundred per cent, no compromise, this a no if, this a no maybe
Always found a way stay strong an memba no need to be shady
And we not show love once a year an no cage a it should a be daily

[Hook: Aloe Blacc]
Cause we're only human
With imperfections
Cause there is a time and a place for everything
We're only human, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Aloe Blacc]
Sometimes we feel like life is a runaway car
So many barriers, so many gates and bars
Sometimes you feel like life is a runaway car
So many barriers, so many gates and bars

[Verse 1: Gentleman]
Do you prefer holdin back or say what you wanna say?
Do you prefer meditation or prefer to pray?
When there is a situation, do you run away?
Trouble self your mind
Would you rather be free or make it bad in a cage?
Do you judge a book and neva open page
Are you ready to cool it
Are you holdin' your rage

[Hook: Aloe Blacc]
Cause we're only human
With imperfections
Cause there is a time and a place for everything
We're only human

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Quiet is enough,
Breathing is enough,
I am never enough,

Break me down to the smallest molecules,
Break each inaudible expectation down into bite sized pieces
So they are easier to swallow

I'm not easy to swallow though
Never have been,
I've got too much bite for the tounge to restrain

I've got razorblade eyes but they're dull in comparison to my smile
Fake as it is its stronger than steel
It cuts like a rusty nail
It causes unnecessary pain to those around me
Because they dont understand whats wrong

When you fell you're not enough
Sometimes you expect less of others and more from yourself
It's always your fault

These scars on your psyche are your fault
These shattered masks are your burden
Because you should know better right?

I should know better right?

-Sierra Place

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Thin waist, long legs
Smooth hair, big chest
Angel eyes, full lips
Pink cheeks, wide hips
Tall but not too high
With a gap between her thighs
And long lashes on her eyes
Hourglass figure

Sweatpants & scarred legs
Damaged hair, flat chest
Chinky eyes, dry lips
Pimpled cheeks, no hips
Short and stubby
No thigh gap, just chubby
And eyebrows? Shrubby
Me

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A Reflection of Imperfection By: The Mandi Monster

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A Reflection of Imperfection By: The Mandi Monster

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If I were a mirror would you see me,
Or a reflection of who you want me to be?
All perfection and no rejection,
No past mistakes with a smooth complexion,
A clean slate embodied in curves,
A sparkling smile with all the right words,
Just the right height and impeccable hair,
All the charm in the world with a touch of flair,
Never sick, never down, no complaints to be spoken,
Not a care in the world and surely not broken,
A true work of art wearing the latest fashion,
Nothing but love and oozing compassion,
A delicacy of style with nothing but grace,
Exquisiteness and glamor all over my face.

Would you see these things, a mirage or a trance?
Would you give the real me the slightest of a chance?
Would you see my flaws? There’s many to see.
Or would you repel the reality of me?
My blemishes and persecutions,
All my errors, blunders, my dissolution,
The darkened past within this skin,
The stain on my smile and curses within,
No elegant posture, the filth in my hair,
Lacking in charm, charisma and flair,
Illness and sadness and all of those woes,
All of those typical daily foes,
No fashion upon me. I’m certainly not art,
But the compassion within is bursting my heart,
I am no delicacy with grace and style,
And glamor is something I miss by a mile.

This is who I am, but who do you examine?
Me in authenticity or me as you imagine?
I would hope you see what’s there and real.
I would wish you see in me some appeal,
For I can only be me and me alone,
With all of these flaws in flesh and bone.
Take it or leave it I refuse to change,
No matter how imperfect, broken or strange.