To be human is to be failing
fractured
and broken.
Perfection is a myth that should never be desired
nor sought after.
All my beauty lies beneath the skin
in my faults and weaknesses.
In that part of me that wants to believe in
that wants to be better.
What is better?
That's too individual a choice.
Incomplete,I find more fulfilling.
I die everyday.
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Beauty does reside in the flaws. Those closest to perceived perfection are the least attractive, both within and without.
In understanding this, and in striving to be better, we become more fully human.
You, my friend, are on that path.
beauty is a flaw in itself...beautiful work (it is not flawed at all)
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