imperfect.

and there it is…

the truth I wish I could escape. my most immense fear.

constant, weighted heavy on my shoulders and in my mind

confining my soul, restricting, suffocating

leaving me paralyzed and bound by self-doubt…

but I refuse to let imperfect define me

to allow fear to inhibit me

so I must endure my flaws, allow vulnerability

accept imperfection, for it makes me human…

defy this sinking feeling

my weakness gives me strength, from my fear comes passion

embrace faults where depth shines through

break free, allow my spirit to soar

across an endless reverie of…

possibility.

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