She was a restless insecure mess From judging people for their imperfections And running behind the sparkling materialism To Becoming comfortably numb. She made peace with her wild demons learned to figure out what's simply gold-plated. Noises of criticism stopped bothering her As she decided to become perfect in loving her imperfect yet gorgeous chaos instead.
My heartbeat was Not laptup ...?! Sometimes beautiful girls crossing in my Eyes heavy up normal Noise's come inside My soul start writing More than quotes . . That's no reason . . .!
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