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Mar 6
I wear
Mismatched socks—
yellow and blue.
Tie my hair off-center,

A quiet defiance
Against the perfection
Society demands

They call it chaos.
I call it freedom.
To me,
Imperfections are beautiful.
Is it petty? Maybe. Do I care? Nah =)
Lostling
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Lostling  Stuck in failure
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