Why I'm Flawless (***FLAWLESS)
I am not what you would call perfect,
I am not that very wise,
And I am not very handsome.
Yet despite my lack of intellect,
And my qualities I despise,
I have a quality more precious than platinum.
Those around me are subject to hate,
Seeing them suffer is what I cannot stand
I am always there to give them my love.
Their suffering I can always relate,
I am always willing to lend them my hand,
I consider it a gift from above.
I am always willing to display my kindness,
That is why I am undoubtedly flawless.
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