Human Nature

Yes, I'm human

Yes, I fall down sometimes   

No, I'm not perfect, no one is

But I constantly dust myself off and get right back up

My imperfections are not a part of who I am

I am not defined by my screw-ups

Few are proud to admit that they have messed up in the past

They often wish they could go back and right all of the wrongs that they've done

It can't happen

We must go forward if we want to reach our destiny

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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