5foot2 Flawless
Not perfect. Not by any means.
Just walking with a purpose to fulfill my dreams.
I stride with these small steps. Pride in every breath.
Standing tall at 5foot2. I dare you to ask the question...
"who are you?"
I am not an idol. I am simply me.
I am no hero. But flawless is all I see.
The world changes perspectives. Every day and night.
But what you hold inside, never let it go, hold onto it tight.
Flawless in the way that I am not afraid to cry. Not afraid to fall down.
Just knowing that I tried.
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