***flawedless

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She's flawless, about her everybody talks less

I'm flawed less, but my modesty knows best 

Acceptance of shortcomings and such, I

Have room to build my trust, in 

My mirror, head, and tongue, so go ahead and call me nuts 

I'm flawless because I can face my demons

My mind committed treasons

Planting insecurities in my head 

Just trust me, like your daily bread

You're perfect in your own way

Ever since you entered this world at your birthplace,

Don't listen to what they say

Their opinions never mattered anyways.

 

 

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