I accept my flaws. Every last one of them.
I am imperfect
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PoetryLove makes you feel many ways. Sometimes, in ways that you will be grateful for, or the ones that keeps you up at night crying. In my book I have 4 chapters; hurting, anger, fear, & acceptance. Read this book..., feel what I feel. Tragic love is by...
Acceptance
I accept my flaws. Every last one of them.
I am imperfect