Flawful

January 30, 2015

I have Taste,

And it is Flawed.

He has Taste,

And it is Flawed.

She has Taste,

And it is Flawed.

We have Taste,

And it is Flawed.

You have Taste,

And it is Flawed.

But I am Human,

I Live,

I Judge,

I Learn.

I Learned,

All My Mistakes,

All My Inaccuracies,

All My Falls,

Make Me Flawless

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