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The Beauty in imperfection
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How dreadful of you to scrutinize my every action and thought, till I'm dead inside.
How dreadful of you to attack me from all sides, till I lose balance.
How dreadful of you to evade me till I lose consciousness of what's in front of me.
How dreadful of you to attack me internally, till my exterior falls and is exposed
How dreadful of you to overwhelm my feelings, till I become dumbfounded.
I tried so much to contain you, yet you exploded
Spare me some space, for a second, for I'm a man and not God
And I am perfectly designed to be flawed.
So I will wear my crown proudly on my head while embracing the ugly sides of me.
So free me, so I can breathe and perhaps reconnect with my lord through my imperfection.
For my soul and body needs to reunite.
For no word can encompass the depth of my feelings,
Rather it is a blessing meant to be experienced by thy self alone
Yet here is a glimpse to be me for a second.