Flawed Yes I’m flawed I treat my skin Like gauze A wrap Around My Heart In case The bleedin Starts

Yes I’m flawed I can’t Stop My tongue From Being bored I Ram Others Words Down my Throat To prevent My own From Becoming Chocked Yes I’m flawed I Do so many Things wrong I let My clouds Veil Your sun I stop Things Before they’ve Begun Yes I’m flawed

Not Even Nearly Perfect Despite All this You Say I’m Worth It By Siobhan O’Sullivan

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