Smile Holds No Perfection


     The more flaws the better. For my smile holds no perfection, but it defenitely won the election of my most prized possession. And in my small collection, I take pride in what I've become, and everything I ever wanted, to have grown from slum, into a beautiful flower with dreams beyind the lights. I had every given right to believe I wasn't right for beliveing in me, and the act of even reaching for what I couldn't see. And even still I smiled, with no clue how, but look at me now with my geniuine smile.. Im flawless.      


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