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Color Me Blank


All color, some edits, one caption, two filters Many layers of myself undefined in one picture Been pressed, and curled, sown in but natural Ambitious and young waiting for my brand to go viral Wide hips, chubby waist, big forehead, and a spotted face Constantly being defined by what society cant embrace I walk on fours but will never understand Brain surgery at the at of sixteen but yet I still stand I have party friends but still love the quiet An old optimistic soul but me, they still cant define it Photography and design, I know that's what I'm born to do So as I lay on this page color me blank, because no one will ever understand my true value
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