imperfection is something only others see

and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be

so why waste time and pick out my flaws

when in reality the flaws you see are nothing but a minority to the perfection I see in me

every scar

every hair

every line

every component I see is what makes me..... well me

and godamn do I like what I see

and every damn line that composes the work of art that I see

The work of art know as me









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