Why do we wear the mask of perfection?
Is my only question.
Everyone is imperfect.
Then why hide those flaws and pretend being perfect
Why do we hate our flaws?
And feel cursed to have it.
We keep hiding these flaws
Only afraid because the world won’t accept it.
But why does anyone need others acceptance.
If they love their true essence.
Why not be true to yourself.
And love the true face of yourself.
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