STAY BEHIND MY IMPERFECTIONS

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Where are you my words to share Never tell me you disappear My friends here wish to listen Here I am now tuning in Don’t leave amidst my imperfection. Still welcome me to give inspiration. Just be there when I need you. You are a gift received only by a few.   Forgive me for sometimes being weak. Inspiring words, wake me up, I beg. You know that I can never be perfect. How can I, in this world of impurities I need your presence, my dear gift. Stay with me. Please do not leave. Simply reading what I wrote. Inspired my friends both and me

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