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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
When you wake up and realize I am not perfect. Imperfect because some of the men I love the most, don’t have the prettiest hearts.
Something so weird that I can admit is wrong, yet my heart falls every time. Imperfect is like opposites attract.
You find good in the bad because of the suspense it brings.
You enjoy the taste of mystery.
Mystery is your self sabotage exploring the different versions of you.
Life with this mystery is being on the edge seat; you never know what’s happening next.
You play around with the suspense until that suspense opens doors that could’ve stayed closed.
Attracting men like my father, I was always warned to stay away from those.
Yet my daddy issues allow me to still love you.