You are not perfect, exactly,
or perfectly imperfect or any of that nonsense
that people try to glorify flaws with
but you are special and sometimes
you shine brighter than the city lights,
and sometimes you glow
with an inner life that overshadows
your less pleasing characteristics.
You are not perfect, exactly,
nor will you ever be,
but you are somebody,
and you are something.
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