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Flaws & all..


I didn't wake up like this.

I was made like this. 

Beyond my genetic print. 

You know..

A divine blueprint of my spiritutal etiquette.

The way I would describe I

Is closed eyes but open mind. 

She don't mind

Either way it goes she knows

things will turn out fine. 

Why would it not..? 

I mean if there is one thing that she learned

she earned some strips.

In this bootcamp we happen to call "Life"

Flawless? Without a doubt

this is str8  B.S

My flaws is  what causes

my third-eye to clearly see.

The way I would describe I

Is closed eyes but open mind. 

These are the thiings my flaws allow me to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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