Mistakenly Flawless
And though I always search
I may not always find
Just take a minute to breathe
It all comes in time.
Our stories we will write
And thank God not in pen
For each mistake we are to make
Becomes important in the end.
Creatures of flaw
We are all but perfect
But what we lack is in fact
That which makes us human.
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