Imperfections Make the Person

January 10, 2015

I am a mess. I don't have it all together. I am tired, overloaded, and weathered.

I care a little too much. I make no time for myself. I make mistakes, take chances, and leave dreams on the shelf.

I am imperfect, but in the most perfect way. This is me.

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