You can't fix what's not broken
And that's what I I'm..unbroken
Sure I might look a little beat,
Going about with missing bits
But more whole without missing bits

Yes I might be a little flawed
That's what makes me so flawless
Flawlessly human in a flawed world
He who isn't flawed is surely"god"
I have no business competing "gods"

You call this scars I call them badges
I'm in a business of collecting badges
I've been doing it since my first breathe
Its because of them I still take breathes
So no Im not broken flawed or scarred
I'm perfect!

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