Me
imperfection is something only others see
and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be
so why waste time and pick out my flaws
when in reality the flaws you see are nothing but a minority to the perfection I see in me
every scar
every hair
every line
every component I see is what makes me..... well me
and godamn do I like what I see
and every damn line that composes the work of art that I see
The work of art know as me
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