I care little for her what she deems imperfect. Whether that be sickness on the body or the mind. In my head, she is the most perfect. No one compares to what she has. Nothing is more perfect than her.
She is imperfectly perfect to me.
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I care little for her what she deems imperfect. Whether that be sickness on the body or the mind. In my head, she is the most perfect. No one compares to what she has. Nothing is more perfect than her.
She is imperfectly perfect to me.