I admit I am a host of imperfection. I have many flaws. I am not as perfect as what others are thinking of. I am born to love, to be loved, to hurt, and to be hurt. I do commit mistake sometimes. I could be as good as an angel and could be as devilish as you think. In short I am just a human.
I am such a puzzle to you. Unpredictable. But still,
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