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You're perfect
And yes, that scares me.
Because I'm flawed
And sometimes it feels like that's all we're seeing;
How imperfect I am
I'm scared of that because I'm not used to being imperfect
I'm not used to being the problem.
With you, I feel like I am
That's scary because it's easier to leave
For you.
So I do what you do for others;
I think for you
And my thoughts on your behalf involve you finding reasons why I'm imperfect
Why I'm not the one
Why I'll never be good enough for you.
But again, admitting this means admitting to another imperfection
And I don't want to do that
So I guess I'll stay here, in a fearful limbo
Scared to be too myself,
Scared of being imperfect
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