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  • Imperfection Turn around Staring right at you Your own imperfections They won't go away. Rubbing away The marks on the paper Wishing the same Could be done to your life. You can pretend The work you did's perfect But …

  • One of my first...

    Hey guys...this was one of my first poems...apart from the ones that I wrote when I was 10 that my dad tore up and threw away...somehow he thought that by doing this I would be rid of my bad thoughts...stupid bastard. Oh…