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a collection of pieces; good, bad, and ugly

x: perfection.

Being in the studio with them was like working on a group project at school. There was always that one person who did all the work, and that was me. Sure, they did things as well, but I did most of the work. All they did was supply the music, and I perfected it.

Or tried to perfect it. I was never satisfied.

Just like how I wasn't satisfied about anything about me. Under the knife, all I was thinking about was the feeling of being that much closer to perfection.

My name is Yoshiki, and I strive for perfection.