Am I beautiful?
It doesn’t mater,
I’ve never cared.
How many insecurities
do I have?
Insecurities;
they don’t exist within me.
I’ve lived.
I’ve breathed.
I’ve worked.
I’ve hurt.
I’ve cried.
For the love of all things good in intent
I am flawed.
And that makes me perfect
beyond the gods.
Because I
am human.















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