'perfectly imperfect'

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Mirrors Burst in the brightness of his Laugh, His face was shining like a Crystal under his Endless tears, flowing down his Cheeks like a River, the porcelain skin of his and the full pink lips hiding the dark, His crystal white teeths covered in
Her eyes wander in utter forlorn Wandering across the ink that adorns her face in blotched stains of red Crying rivers of disgust as her clouds are evident through the fake pigment she hides behind
imperfect i need  to be perfect   so why  aren’t i?   i wish 
I’m the girl with many words I’m the girl that never speaks   I’ve heard my friends, my companions say
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