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Not a poem..

I’m far from perfect,
I’m shy
Can’t keep eye contact
Don’t understand compliments
Bad grammar
Cuss like a sailer
My hair is always messy
But he seems to see me for me
Makes me feel like my imperfections are my perfections
That I can be me because he’s just as much as a dork as me

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