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The Beautiful Imperfections


Had I been perfect I would have lost all those moments 
When my friends cheered me for my imperfections.
And you know what I love to see their smiling faces.

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  1. We can only have perfect stories due to the relative imperfection.

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  2. Excellent. Paradox well put forward.

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  3. amazing! so short yet so meaningful!

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  4. Our flaws and imperfections make us who we are and they truly set us a part from one another. Imperfections make us unique, they make us beautiful. I just wish that more people were able to uncover the true beauty behind their so- called 'flaws'.

    This is inspiring.

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  5. imperfections - this is what make us US :)

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  6. In this life.
    Of error, ignorance and strife...
    Where nothing is; but all things seem;
    And we. the shadows of 'the dream'...
    A FRIEND is
    A STAR, A REFUGE, an ELATION...
    A friend is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL RELATION...

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  7. nethi 2 bring a smile on face of a frnd...

    perfect expression in imperfection...

    loved d pic 2 :)

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  8. Beautiful!
    am new to ur blog..n m enjoying every bit of it..d style is just so different!!its gr8!!

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  9. so sweet... :)

    Know what...“A beautiful thing is never perfect.” !!!!

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  10. Perfectly imperfect thought!
    Well written...

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  11. thanks for sharing. truly recommendable

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