Im not a perfect girl,
My hair doesn't stay in place,
I always spill things and catch things on fire a lot,
Im pretty clumsy.
Sometimes i have a broken heart but sometimes its meant to be broken,
My family and i sometimes fight,
Some days theres nothing thats seems to go right,
But when i take a step back and think about life a bit
Maybe im not meant to be perfect
And just maybe i like being unperfect....
XXxxKIMBERLEYxxXX
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