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imperfect

so i know i'm imperfect

i swear every day
i fart and it smells
i yell when i'm mad
i cry when i'm sad
i eat more than i should
i don't clean my room

and somedays, i just try to die

i think i'm just glad
you can see something in me
because i can tell you
there's more flaws than beauties
i'm so fucking glad
that you don't care