***(Not) Flawless
Flawless is not a thing for humans.
Flawless is a thing for gods.
And that's okay.
I am human and I am real. I am not flawless. I am not a god.
But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't love me like you love your gods.
That doesn't mean I don't deserve to be worshipped like I am indeed flawless.
Because I deserve that. And so does every other person on this Earth.
I am not Flawless.
I woke up with flaws; I'll go to sleep with them, too.
But I love myself, flaws and all, and that--
that's as close as anyone can ever get to flawless.
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