Filters
People in my generation are odd.
We all seem to think we need filters.
On our pictures,
On our life,
On what people see about us,
But not on the words we use.
I have no filter.
Not on my words,
Not on my pictures,
Not on my life,
And not on what I allow people to see of my life.
I choose not to.
Why?
A filter will never be who I truly am.
I am beautful inside and out.
No matter what society thinks.
No matter what this generation chooses.
with or without a filter.
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SierraYoung18
I am currently eighteen years old. When I was seven years old, I was removed from my home by DHS and placed in the children's shelter. Upon leaving there, i went to a foster home in Springdale. I was only in second grade, and i was starting at my third school that year. After a while at my foster home, i was placed in the care of my aunt and uncle whom later adopted me. When i was fifteen I moved in my biological mother and a few months later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. We lived in an RV for about two years, and i now live with my sister in Bentonville. Three days ago i found out that my biological father, who i never got the chance to meet, passed away August 3, 2014. He has five other children. After counting all of my siblings, I have twenty siblings. I have had a hectic life, but I am doing everything I can to make it slightly less crazy. I am currently a senior in high school. I am hoping to graduate on time, go to college, and get my doctorates in psychology.
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