When asked about what makes

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When asked about what makes me flawless,

I can't help but think I'm not.

But in reality it's the flaws we have

that make us who we are.

Sometimes I may say something different,

pernounce a word in a unique way.

Sometimes I may wear something other people don't,

like a bright purple sweater with pink tights.

Sometimes I may slip,

clumsy on the ice.

But all these things are part of me,

things I really don't control.

If others don't accept it,

it just shows what type of people they are.

Not me.

Maybe I'm not flawless,

but I'm perfect as I am.

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