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Freckled angel

Freckles are imperfections of the skin. Small irregular blemishes that form from a mistake made by the body, that are typpicly even drawn on for their beauty.

 

They are imperfect yet desired.

 

Imperfect yet loved and accepted.

 

So why is one imperfection loved while another is despised?

 

Why do we people dare think of another person as ugly for their blemishes,

for their imperfection.

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Written by
M-Groen
17 / M
Published
Feb 3
Lines·Words
6·64
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I wanted to write on imperfection since its been bothering me. I despise the fact that i stoop so low as to justify calling someone ugly for a scar. I act like im this extremely loving person that has yet to be seen, but deep down I am still stooping so low. It pains me that i bear prejeduce because of what someone looks like or did. I hope writing stuff like this and making myself think about it will enforce me to love bette.r and more

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