Flaws...

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Sometimes will you accept me with broken state,
Will you take me in with my deep dark soul,
Sometimes I am a sad boy after all,
With just a piece of the smile.

I will be a baggage in your life,
'Cause mending my state will take too long,
And perhaps someday you'll realize this,
That day you will be gone.

So why try to help,
The heart that has hidden too many holes,
Why try so hard,
When you can just know
I have too many flaws...

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