An Illusionary Paragon
Flawless-
Faultless-
Perfect-
These meaningless adjectives are
Simply unachievable aspirations,
False identities and shallow portrayals.
Flaws are what make up our mortal beings,
Faults are what define us.
Without flaws,
We would be identical spirits
Existing in a world of merged selves.
They are what make us unique;
They’re the door to our character.
What others fall in love with;
What others desire to temper their own.
Life would be so lackluster
If we all were flawless…
I am not flawless,
I am my flaws.
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