_I am made entirely of flaws, _

stitched together by good intentions.

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Not lacking in virtue by all its laws,

_Though, _

who has achieved their personal brand of perfection?

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Oh, do point me in their direction…

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I will be the mirror,

_For those who aren’t yet vain or wise enough _

to hold one to themselves.

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And once captivated,

Caught in all their illusions of grandeur…

Having become them,

I will reflect them.

Reminding them of the ego they so adore,

And revealing the imperfections they wish to ignore.

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For at the very core…

They are made entirely of flaws,

Stitched together by good intentions.

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