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Im Not Perfect


Flaws make us who we are,

The sooner we realize that the better,

The clearest glass has the smallest scratches,

We dont do what we don't want to if it isnt for pleasure,

We hesitate on giving the unneccesary to a beggar,

Because WE wanted to spend it on jewels and patent leather,

That same could be spent on a Winters sweater,

For every mother-less child in a HOME-less shelter,

Thoughts heavy as my heart,

Intentions light as a feather,

Yet with MY good intentions is it I who shall be tethered?

From using a word incorporated with perfection,

And to the diverse brings neglection?

nah.

To be the swiftest and dirtiest versions of inception,

True beauty is inable of projection.

 

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