Do not call me perfect.
A lie is never a compliment.
Call me erratic,
damaged,
an insecure mess.
Then tell me that you love me for it.
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Indie Quotes
PoetryYou have so much light, the plants grow towards you. // (not my quotes)
"perfect"
Do not call me perfect.
A lie is never a compliment.
Call me erratic,
damaged,
an insecure mess.
Then tell me that you love me for it.
