Filters: Off
I take a deep breath,
And the filters are turned off.
My eyes are dark and tired
My shouders - slumped in defeat
My smile is now being worried away
Between my imperfect teeth
My hair comes down
Flat and lifeless
And my chewed nails
Scrape through the copper strands
This is me, with no filters
Tired and defeated
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