Flawless to Me
When I wake I look in the mirror awhile
I see my "imperfect" skin,
And my "mediocre" smile
I see the redness and a new pimple on my chin,
It makes me beautiful in my own type of style.
No matter what is flawless to you
I am flawless to me,
So anytime I'm feeling blue
I just remind myself that I am special, you see;
I am flawless, and so are you.
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