These imperfections that make me weak,
They keep me up, I cannot sleep.
I lie awake and loose my mind,
Trying hard to pass the time.
Will they subside or go away?
Are they here forever to stay?
I will be strong. I will stand tall.
I will not let these make me fall.
Asking why will not help me know,
Overcome, conquer, prevail, grow.
Success isn't always the easiest route,
It's the imperfections left to figure out.
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