Flawless is the New Me

I am every flaw you could imagine. I am every mistake you could be part of. The path of life is crooked and beautiful; Just as it should be. That's what makes it flawless. What makes me flawless? I am not flawless; I am a beautiful mistake. I make mistakes, and that's what makes me flawless. I take the road less traveled, and fail. And fail again. And then I succeed, and I become flawless. I go to bed at night, full of sins and mistakes. Reminiscing of what I did wrong, But also ruminating of what I did right. And all of these opposites attract to create me. And when I wake up, stitched together again, I wake up flawless.

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