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he always said he could count his flaws on both hands but; I loved him for the way his imperfections made him whole .. I saw how his soul was so beautifully torn and that all of his imperfectly scattered pieces would always fit together perfectly with mine
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
Perfectly imperfect
he always said he could count his flaws on both hands but; I loved him for the way his imperfections made him whole .. I saw how his soul was so beautifully torn and that all of his imperfectly scattered pieces would always fit together perfectly with mine
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
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