nothing is perfect.
no one, no relationship, no job.
no day.
we all have faults.
the paint is marred,
there are cracks and fissures
in the best of us.
we say
the wrong thing, behave badly.
we move on as best we can
and try to do better
the next day and the next
day.
we will never quite get there
in other's eyes,
but we try.
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