Made With No Filters

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The filters of life can be cruel,

Filters expect perfection and edit till it is nothing less.

This keeps us from hiding our inner jewel.

The me with no filter is the me I want to be.

 

To dance my own way and style,

and walk with steps of confidence to my chosen future.

Where I can show my true colors and not force a smile,

the colors that tell I am not a stereotype.

 

I am an adventurer of nature that knows no bounds,

an optimistic who just strives for half full.

I dance to any musical sound,

and I pray to the Lord for He made me with no filters.

 

 

 

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