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What are humans

Without screens

To hide the pain

The scars

The truth

To hide the thing

We truly

Are.

 

No more lipstick

No more code

No more hiding 

Heart fully 

Exposed.

 

Some are beautiful

Some are ugly

Some are

What the picture

Denies.

 

Destory the 

Lie

Uncover the

Wonderful

Truth.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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