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I know I'm not perfect.
I'm too short, my hair is always messy and my clothes never look right. I'm almost never on time, I hate listening to direction, and I hate being wrong. I will argue with everything you say, even when I know I'm wrong. I have way to much pride for a girl who fucks up daily. I push everybody away so I can stay safe behind the wall in my mind. I swear like a sailor, I never know when to stop talking, and if you catch me in the morning it's always best to run the other way. I'll never tell you what's wrong and I'll always fake a smile for your benefit even if that drives you nuts.
I'm flawed and broken and nowhere close to the perfection you deserve, but I would do my best to be the best you've had.

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