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Perfect B has,

A Yes tongue, a face full of fake smiles and obeying eyes

A nodded head and a silent mind, and insensitive heart

And her needs never been approved, prioritized nor understood

She is always in the middle between skyscrapers waves

She can't complain or let the hurting make its way out

Everything is her fault for not wiring her head to just understand others who make tremendous noises and screams

And when she protest, she is pushed to apologize because events turned worse

She found solace in her poems that speaks and give life to the painful heart

People once robbed her sparkle

Left alone no shelter agreed to keep her

No Sanctuary let its doors open to warm her

She learned to gather all her courage's cells

She learned to wipe her heart's bloody tears

She learned to calm storm of hate, rage and anger they released inside of her

She learned to always step on and show up for herself

Walking through the glass, she learned to fly high to where the stars lie

A strifeful Spright to light up her lighthouse she holds inside

Eager to turn the moon on and kiss the sun when appears behind the wide oceans

She learned to be perfect in her way, where No is a full sentence

Speaking her heart a practice taught to all the people around her

Leave when there is no room for her mind

She learned to embrace her soul and set it free, try what lights up her mood dance, sing write and even get shown to the world

She learned to let the rain wash away the pain and overflow her rivers

She learned that she is the shelter, the Sanctuary for her sparkly soul

She learned the word perfect as

P: proud

E: excellent

R: real

F: funny

E: essential

C: calm

T: timeless

That's her perfect now, it might change over years, and yeah she is perfect that way!

That's her perfect now, it might change over years, and yeah she is perfect that way!

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The perfect you can be is to accept yourself as you are.

And Friends don't listen to anyone who says that you need to be a different person to be accepted, leave and you shall find the tribe you will belong too without judgement.

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