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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ugly is the way of my soul, With it, in me it digs a deep dark hole. Sometimes I don't even want to be me, Stand in front of the mirror, close my eyes so that I can not see. It hurts, the imperfections that I have deep inside, The pains are so great, but from it, I can not hide. What should I do, where should I go, Would you tell me if you know? Heaven calls out to me, but hell has its hold. The boy became a man, but the man forgot to be bold. These tears I cry, Make me wonder why. Why I am, who I am, Why I still reside in this forsaken land? Imperfection, is my way, You can hear my inperfection in the words I say. In the road I walk, and the life I live, There is imperfection in all that I give. My heart has grown hard and small, No longer do I walk standing tall. No longer does my face have a smile, Imperfection is in my life, and has been for a long great while. I am imperfect, in an imperfect world, with imperfect places, Imperfect people, with imperfect faces. In my head, I hear all the imperfect voices, And in my life, I make all the imperfect choices. Imperfection is the way, Imperfect every single day. My imperfections have become a part of my soul, mind and heart, My imperfections tear me apart. My imperfection, like a disease waiting for me to die, My imperfections make me lie. My imperfections have destroyed the innocence deep inside, My imperfections make me want to run and hide. My imperfections do not mend, My imperfections have brought me to my end.
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