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Perfect Imperfections


I am not perfect.

My hair has knotts

and i like to bite my nails.

I have a crooked tooth

and it sticks out a little.

I like my legs and my feet aren't too big,

but I have this weird toe that goes of to the right,

well... i like that toe too.

 I never liked wearing my glasses,

because they make my eyes look small.

I'm not perfect

because when I laugh somtimes I snort a little

my friends think its funny

and when I take selfies

one out of a thousand I'll keep.

sometimes I wonder if I even look like a girl

well if I dont...

I'm one beatiful boy.

I'm not perfect.

I'm far from it.

my friends arent perfect.

I dont think anyone is.

but beauty isn't defined by perfection,

but by what we see behind those such lovely  imperections.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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