I'm not perfect. I'm the total opposite. I'm no image. I'm a broken picture frame, laying on the floor, waiting for someone to notice... Waiting for someone to pick up my broken pieces and put me back together again. But even if they did put me back together, I would be congested with cracks and I'll chip off with the slightest stomp on the ground.
I'm not perfect.
(4/4/19)
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