Her

Throughout all the struggles that I have faced in my life, have I truly found myself?

Do these effects see the pain that I hold inside each and every day?  

Which effect would most likely see it the most?

Amaro, Mayfair, Rise, or Hudson?

No matter what effect I decide to choose, no one will ever see the pain that I keep inside.

Her is me, and who is her? The her that I see in the mirror is clueless and helpless.

Behind these beautiful effects you’ll see regret, and guilt.

These effects are powerful, these effects are made to show the perfections of me.

But is she perfect?  

Or am I just filled with imperfections?

There's no filters 

Doesn’t that make her mistakes beautiful?

Or does the society think otherwise? 

I am her, but is she truly satisfied?

At this moment, she doesn't know if she is.  

Will she ever find herself? 

She should be optimistic, but she knows she never will.

Her is me, and who is her? 

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