Always have I set out to be alone. Then I met you.
What is the definition of perfection? Is it you? Does my affection have to be unrequited?
The characteristics that society may deem to be imperfection are to me the very things, I dare say, love about you the most.
Maybe I'm meant to live this life a loner;
But at least for a moment I truly felt love.
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