ImperfectionsArePerfect

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[ear]   Music paints the scene when nothing is sung I need no drums, Just the steadily unsteady beat of my pulse   [heart]
Indeed I woke up like this Stretch marks, acne, nails bit Flaws I see them all I need no witness I am "flawfull" therefore I am flawless.   Contacts, face creams, failed attempts
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