Walking Contradiction


Contradictions are all around us

Pretty Ugly.

Mad Happy.

Well than let me be the walking contradiction of perfection.

My thigh's don't touch. No Photoshop needed.

My forehead is large, well I am pretty smart.

My nose is wide, something I can't hide.

I have big lips, and invisible tits.

I am a contradiction.

I am perfectly imperfect.


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