Looking through my perilous soul
I see nothing but a toll
Is this me I see in this photo
Or just a way to fit in with a motto
Nothing ever seems the same
With filters getting all the fame
But as I see myself filterless
I can start to see my own bliss

No one can look at me the same as I do
But I wonder when I can find myself
Will my looks only be misconstrued?
Or will people see my depth


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