Perfection

I'm not a perfect boy. My hair doesn't always stay gelled up & my clothes don't always match. I'm pretty clumsy & sometimes I have a broken bone. My sister & I sometimes fight & some days nothing goes right. But when I think about it & take a step back, I remember how astonishing life can truly be. And sometimes, just sometimes, I like being unperfect....  

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