I used to strive for perfection, I thought it took practice. Coming to find out practice doesn't make perfect, it makes permanent. So now I am permanently perfectly flawed. Love me for the flaws I embrace, not the facade of perfection I put into place.
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Having Faith, Soully Bound
What started out as another fun night on the town turned into a scene straight out of a horror film. But this...
