Dear Me ( My World of Perfection )

     Dear, Me

       I seen myself looking in the mirror as I reached to touch the broken glass that seems 

to look so perfect. Just because it is broken doesn't mean its worthless. A broken mirror

like me has a story and my perfect reasons for my imperfection. I see beautiful trees 

and flowers growing from leaf to leaf  as I  leap across the lily pads and try to dance 

away the negativity of my thoughts I see. My imperfection makes the best version 

of me, because I am  myself without a promise for someone else to believe. I say to 

myself  I love you for who you are. Your intelligence is the elegance that carries you.

always remember that imperfection is ok along as you assure youself  you create 

the unknown world of perfection.



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