We're all born of perfection
Each carrying a mere hamartia
Rather than to embrace it, we
Look at it as a phobia
With our fatal phobias
We're so irrationally surrounded
Ignoring to discern our true souls
Reality keeps us grounded
If only we were to look around
And see through each other's molded skins
We'd know there's more good than bad
And bearing flaws ain't bearing sins.
-ST.
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