ImperfectisThou
17 years young, 17 years free
High school graduate I am soon to be
perfectly imperfect nothing Is there
Beautiful people with sins to compare
a diamond in the rough, time comes with change
so many arguments with nothing in exchange
as she walks critics criticize in despise
luckily unlucky there's a disguise
when a girl turns bad, a man runs right after her
its so much and so many things that can occur
admire my imperfect, and take this key
The next chapter I'm waiting to see
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