All the demons which I've faught
And the many horrors that I've thought
Somehow you crept right into my mind
Every weakness & fault you seek to find
Although seek very hard you must not
They cover the whole, not one little spot
I wear them proudly for the world to see
Not for prides sake but because they are me
Without our weaknesses we'd all be the same
There would be no blind, no deaf, & no lame
The world would be as dull as a plastic spoon
Or the curve on the face of a new found moon
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