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I have never been perfect
I am just perfectly flawed,
With broken edges
That are curved & broad.
I've been ripped apart
Only to be stitched,
Sewn with resilience
And a little added bitch.
I'm a cocktail of disaster
A messed-up recipe,
With a teaspoon of spice
And a dash of profanity.
Just like a hurricane
I’m beautiful to view,
I’m just not a storm
You want to get sucked into.
I’m an alphabet of song
With infinite meanings,
Turning letters into words
To ignite your feelings.
With a life forged
Full of transformation,
I became perfect
A perfect imperfection.
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