I am ME
Cheeks pink and rough
Skin tan and yellow
Ears deaf and aching
Lips dry and cracked
Eyes tired and bloodshot
Hands rough
Wrists........ scarred
Some call these imperfections
But they make me, me
They make me perfect.
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