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#Me


Me

the first born of all me, created bold and free to express who Im supposed to be.

me without prejudice without stereotype without filter with power to be free.

yet so talented and untamed love me or hate me its the core that makes me.

made naked without clothes and make up yet a wonder for all to see.

life is beautiful in a world strongly connected, with I,a single tree among trees.

Since we all connected, we put up barriers and filters to cover up me

but who are we deceiving,Your instinct is what makes you standout amongst trees

Without filters I am a true reflection of my instincts, the difference between you and me.

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Efanyee
<p>Yeah</p>

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