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[nipplehats]

So I am done being scared of perfection,
And I am done scaring off perfection as well.
I am done telling you that you are perfect,
Because my face proves that I can tell.
Don’t believe that I am any different,
For I will still treat you with the same regard.
You have to except that this demeanor is my own,
And I am definitely not trying any bit more than hard.
Let us just lay here by the sea.
And let us except us both as we will be.
For without imperfections,
How could I tell it was you, and how could you tell it was me.