Perfection in His Eyes

Every morning I look in the fogged mirror,

only to see the thing every passing by person picks away at

what they see is no match to what I think of me

they could never make me change my mind

I love what I see and it is only up to me

I am unlike any other, but just the same on the inside.

I am flawless in his eyes, and that is all that matters to me!

 

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