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I start from scratch,

I scrub myself down until it hurts.

Imperfections are what they are,

Like a moth on Thora Birch.

I've gotten good, I really have,

Even if that means that I just hide.

And in the start, I guess I never really got it,

But maybe a real part of me could change the tide.

Yes, it's all for change,

Bettering yourself,

To be a better you.