Perfectly Imperfect

There were hundred reasons to love her,
But they chose one reason to hate her,
They weren't her choice,
But she was definitely their choice,
She was that flower,
Which they crushed for their happiness,
She was that bird,
Whose wings were clipped for their pleasure,
She was that tear,
Which never escaped from those painful eyes,
She was that girl,
Who was flawed by the Almighty,
She was that being,
Who was perfectly imperfect in her own world!

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