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So maybe, maybe I'm not perfect.
      Maybe I make the mistakes no one else would think to make.
   Maybe I fall too hard and land even harder.
And maybe I haven't quite learned how to pick myself up yet.
Maybe I'm more fragile than I let on to be.
     Maybe that's the point.
Maybe I choose to make the worst decisions possible.
Maybe I do it on purpose.
     Maybe I run away to see if someone, anyone, will follow.
Maybe I don't want to be found.
Maybe you love me.
     Maybe that's funny, absurd even.
Maybe you'll actually stick with me.
      Maybe I have too high of expectations.
Maybe you're just like every other guy.
Maybe you'll give up before the games even begin.
    So maybe, maybe I'm not perfect.
But maybe neither are you.