An imperfect me, in this perfect world

An imperfect me, in this perfect world
Gets words like stones, aimlessly hurled
Some from the ones near, some from a far
But with every intent to atleast leave a scar
An imperfect me, in this perfect world
Blessed with this shower, that drench you cold
Sticks and stones, which break your bones,
And words so sharp, that rips apart
The imperfect me, in this perfect world

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