Blemish

There is a slight blemish to the reality of the world.

No filter is the reality.

There is still the color to my face,

Without the make up and the filtered lights.

But there is redness, lines, and unwanted blemishes.

However; this is real.

The real me does not have perfect skin.

There are no vintage filters on real life.

So there may be some redness to the reality...

But so what?

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