the world might as well be a picasso painting, it's not as perfect and round as we think it is. it has so many bumps, spikes, waves, curls everything about it is imperfect.
the things that roam aren't much better, there isn't a single person in this world that is perfect, sure, people can fit the social view on "perfect" but no one can ever be perfect. everyone has a flaw, that's just life.everyone in your family has a flaw,
every person you cross paths with has a flaw,
the earth you walk on is a flaw,
we're all broken and imperfect, all scum.we're imperfect, but perfect together.
Sincerely,
Caleb :)
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