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I am no vessel of perfection. I'm crazy, unstable and emotional. My hair never lays quite right. My clothes aren't the most expensive. I am no vessel of perfection. I talk to myself. I see things that aren't there. I'm not the skinniest girl ever. I am no vessel of perfection. I'm adamant in what I believe. I'm loud and derranged. My room is usually messy. I am no vessel of perfection. I care too much. I'm too nice. I hate school and my grades **** I am no vessel for perfection; and yet, she still seems to think I am flawless. I am the sunshine. She says that I am her world. She holds me when I cry. Her kisses make me weak in the knees. My hands fit perfectly in hers. She says that I am her world. She is my last missing puzzle piece. Her beauty is remarkable. I don't deserve someone so wonderful. She says that I am her world; She says that I am the one. She asked me to marry her, and all I could do was gawk. I am no vessel for perfection; But for some reason, she seems to think I make the world go round.
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
Imperfect.
I am no vessel of perfection. I'm crazy, unstable and emotional. My hair never lays quite right. My clothes aren't the most expensive. I am no vessel of perfection. I talk to myself. I see things that aren't there. I'm not the skinniest girl ever. I am no vessel of perfection. I'm adamant in what I believe. I'm loud and derranged. My room is usually messy. I am no vessel of perfection. I care too much. I'm too nice. I hate school and my grades **** I am no vessel for perfection; and yet, she still seems to think I am flawless. I am the sunshine. She says that I am her world. She holds me when I cry. Her kisses make me weak in the knees. My hands fit perfectly in hers. She says that I am her world. She is my last missing puzzle piece. Her beauty is remarkable. I don't deserve someone so wonderful. She says that I am her world; She says that I am the one. She asked me to marry her, and all I could do was gawk. I am no vessel for perfection; But for some reason, she seems to think I make the world go round.
kittridge-james
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
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