Nothing less than flawless
Scars. A past. They only bring up the past because they are intimidated by my present.
I am weightless when I engulf myself in talent. I can draw it better than you ever felt it.
I am unique. My image is striking, my profile intriguing.
I radiate light, because of the hardness and difficulty I faced.
I lived. I am beautiful. I am priceless. I am flawless.
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