Flawlessly Flawed
The rose never complains about the thorns
For it knows they are there to protect it
For it knows it is precious
The wild flower never complains about the ruins on which it has grown
For it knows only it can bloom
In places no other flower can grow
Why do you complain about your imperfections then ?
Why do you not embrace your flaws ?
Believe me they are there for a reason
Believe me they are meant to be yours
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