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Sep 2014
I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.
Juhi Chavda
Written by
Juhi Chavda  Mumbai, India.
(Mumbai, India.)   
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