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There are some things you love

imperfect though as they are;

sometimes you wish you can improve them,

that in one way or another

you can somehow make them perfect;

but then you realize

that even if these things happen,

they will no longer be the same ones

that you have loved;

you realize that you love them more

just being the way they were,

with all their flaws

and weaknesses;

you realize that you love

even these flaws

 and one way or another,

such things just blend in

and then you know

what true beauty

really means.