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Feb 2013
Perfect
is what I'm not

I cry too much
and eat when I'm sad
I crave attention
and tell secrets
that I wasn't meant to tell
I don't study enough
and get a few B's
I'm a few inches too short
a few more pounds too big
I make a bunch of mistakes
I talk too much
and forget to listen closely

and all of this swirls
sticks
percolates
in my brain
making me forget
that not being perfect
doesn't mean I'm not
good
Written by
Lael Stewart
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