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Nitpicking tiny flaws
Like freckles on my chin
An unfaltering pause
Just before I begin

When I begin to count
The imperfections in me
I lose track of time
With satire all ready

I flip the frame to see
The other side of the picture
But my tainted glasses cause
My perception to be fractured

I push myself around
Between self love and hate
Another feeble attempt
To keep this curse abate

I know I do not suffer
Alone in my despair
Thus know after it all
I am here, and I still care.