Precious

love me for all that is good
love me for my imperfections
love the way I laugh, love the way I speak, love the way I laugh, love the way I cry
tolerate the way I get angry.
Or hate me, hate my imperfections, the freckles on my face, the way I speak, the way I walk, the way I dance.
There shall be no answer that lie in between both extremes.

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