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Perfect Imperfections


There is no such thing as perfect

Only imperfect

We all have imperfections

My imperfections make me me

I see these as raw beauty 

I see these as strength

I see these as battle scars

I see these as 100% me

My imperfections are all of me

My imperfections are eternal

You can try to hide these imperfections

You can try to erase these imperfections

But you never get rid of them

My imperfections are me

I am imperfect.

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