Anjaan9
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In the realm of everyday, where life's stories unfold,
I stood with my flaws, unpolished, untold.
You sought perfection, a flawless facade,
But my rough edges made you feel flawed.
You wanted ease, without a single thorn,
A smooth path to tread from dusk till dawn.
But life isn't polished, nor without its sting,
It's a tapestry woven with every little thing.
You asked me to change, to smooth out my ways,
To fit in your world, in your ideal maze.
But I am who I am, with my faults on display,
A common person, imperfect in every way.
I won't be a manuscript neatly penned,
Or a perfect mold, Where flaws must blend.
I'll embrace my thorns and my scars,
As a part of me, shining like a star.
If you can't see beyond what I lack,
And accept me as I am, on this common track,
Then I'll walk alone, with my head held high,
A common person, under the everyday sky.
https://t.me/arvidiary
I stood with my flaws, unpolished, untold.
You sought perfection, a flawless facade,
But my rough edges made you feel flawed.
You wanted ease, without a single thorn,
A smooth path to tread from dusk till dawn.
But life isn't polished, nor without its sting,
It's a tapestry woven with every little thing.
You asked me to change, to smooth out my ways,
To fit in your world, in your ideal maze.
But I am who I am, with my faults on display,
A common person, imperfect in every way.
I won't be a manuscript neatly penned,
Or a perfect mold, Where flaws must blend.
I'll embrace my thorns and my scars,
As a part of me, shining like a star.
If you can't see beyond what I lack,
And accept me as I am, on this common track,
Then I'll walk alone, with my head held high,
A common person, under the everyday sky.
https://t.me/arvidiary