Flawless is Free

January 15, 2015

Unruly hair,

Unforgiving face.

Blemishes across

the human race.

They say pain is beauty,

That nobody is perfect.

But that is a misconception,

an idea that deserves an interjection.

There are no flaws.

There is confidence in flawlessness,

There is an idea of love.

Everyone is who

they are meant to be.

Flawless isn’t faultless,

Flawless is free.

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