Perfectly Imperfect
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Blonde hair, blue eyes,
Full lips, less thighs.
Doll face with no unique taste, twice just replaced,
Everything faked so much you can't see what's real.
What's yours? What's mine?
Can we even draw a line?
Stray away, it's fine
It's no use to be confined this time.
Stay you, stay free,
You are more than you believe.
Have fun, be yourself,
And don't you ever be looking down.
We're not at all perfect
But in fact perfectly imperfect.