It is in fact the imperfections that make you perfect. Out of the darkness, comes light. Out of the trials, come triumphs. You see, you are not perfect because of any outwardly composition. You are perfection because of the scars of life that have cast you into a beautiful soul. Your pain is your strength and your reflective past is your fuel. You are lit from the inside to ignite the deepest parts of another. You are bound to love in a way that has yet to be spoken. You are the roots to a breeze swaying tree. Grounded in modesty, watered by tears and budding each day. You are indeed the quintessence of perfection.
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