Beautiful Disaster

Everyone is beautiful,

Nobody's the same,

We're all just actors in an ongoing play,

Where the writer ran out of names.

Everyone makes mistakes,

There's probably more like me,

I'm possibly as unlucky and accident prone,

As a human being can be.

But everyone is beautiful,

For now and ever after.

I just have the privilege of being,

A beautiful disaster.

The End

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