No, I don't have the perfect life. The perfect anything to be exact but, neither do you. Because the truth of the matter is: no one is perfect. So here I am. Imperfect me. With flaws and problems and hurtful things. And beauty and wisdom and selflessness. So here I am. As imperfectly perfect I can be. But I wouldn't wanna be anybody else.
Welcome to my silly life.
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