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Feb 2014
I never said I was perfect.
I know I have my flaws.
I do my best to cover them up.

Being the opposite
Of what I am.

Being something
That I'm not.

Accepting other's views.
Improving.

Can't you just accept
The way I do things?

How much more Perfect* Do I have to be?
Living for others for nearly my whole life I've forgotten how it's like to live for myself.
Once An Angel
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