Uniquely Made to be Flawless
Before I was formed in my mother's womb, I was consecrated as flawless.
Eyes see my perfection,
ears hear my eloquence,
lovers adore my physique,
admirers desire to be in my presence,
haters understand that I am flawlessly beautiful,
all because I am uniquely made from one who is themself... flawless.
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