Dear Me ( My World of Perfection )
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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