Acceptance

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Burnt bridges, black smoke, whiskey eyes, a sip of coke. Full of troubles with past msitakes, it's okay, tomorrow's a clean slate. Opened eyes embrase imperfection, that's the true prefection. Forget the rubble left behind, pave a new road with your flawless mind.  

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