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Completely imperfect, that's how I accept myself,
in every mistake I find learning,
dancing to the rhythm of my own steps,
embracing my baggage with love.
I am a sea of contradictions,
a garden of flowers without equal,
completely imperfect, yes,
but authentic in every detail.
My flaws are part of my essence,
each scar tells a unique story,
I am an incomplete puzzle,
a never static work of art.
