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I’m not a perfect girl.

My hair doesn’t always stay in place and I spill things a lot.
I’m pretty clumsy and sometimes I have a broken heart.
My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right.
But when I think about it and take a step back,
I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe. Just maybe.
I like being imperfect.
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