What Flaws ?
I must've been blind when I was small,
They came around when I grew up tall
some were quiet and some were loud ,
some went and never came around
a few were lost and new ones came,
to me they all would seem the same
I don't ever like to see them, I'd rather see them out
to be them is absurd, I'd like to be without
underneath them I found me, and I showed me to be strong
then I finally knew, as I knew it all along
and when I went to turn and face them
I saw that they were gone.
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