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Submitted:Mar 13, 2007    Reads: 81    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


nobody is perfect
least of all me
i can't be anymore than i am
if i ever try to change myself
i'd probably wind up dead
anorexia is not the way to go
imperfection
it's all me
imperfection
says it all
i try to be perfect
but i wind up showing everyone my flaws
my flaws overcome me
i can't escape it
they haunt me everyday
trying to be someone you're not
will wound up killing you
i've tried everything
but i've come to learn
the only thing unique about me
is my imperfection.......




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