Insecurities

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The more I see it, the more I think of my flaws,
Is it a scar that I draw?
The idea of being perfect amazes me;
I wonder how girls are so carefree?

Sometimes I wonder if it's beautiful,
Or is my work of art pitiful?
The way I see it makes me ashamed.
Who are the ones to be blamed?

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