I'm not perfect. I will never be perfect. But I don't want to be perfect. While everyone else walks in white, I leave footprints in black. The smallest difference; a small drop of colored paint in a world sketched in gray scale. So while everyone else walks in white, I leave footprints in black. My footprints.
"somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
--Lyman Frank Baum
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