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Nov 2013
Does not exist
Is not real
Though we cannot resist
To really feel
A sense of accepting
To keep us smiling.
I don't know what perfect means,
All I know is what it will cause.
It clouds what a person sees
And keeps them focused on their flaws.
So listen to me,
I tell you the truth
You are all perfect,
I promise you.
I'm here for anyone who wants to talk and stuff :)
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Tori Valentine
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Tori Valentine  The Land Unknown
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