Common Sense tells us that credit is only distributed to those who are successful,

But i say, when i was wonderfully made there was no succes in mind, just life.

Life may seem gleamy and eluminated, contrarly there is said to be nothing of worth.

So where do you and i come in, are we just gears in this machine we call History?

Hysterical, we are asking for a miracle but over look the fact that we ARE.

I am Flawless. Me. The fact i am alive and breathing is peace painting a potrait of pure perfection.

Say it with me, "i am Flawless", and life, will bow to the magnificience of my being.

Not because i am superior, but because i...we will not bow to subjection...perfection is you and me. 

Lets be Flawless.


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