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Myself With No Filter


Myself With No Filter

Myself with no filter is a scary thing

Where is all the wonderful bling?

Myself with no filter is a awful thing

No such face would attract a king

Myself with no filter is a confusing thing

Almost as if I got a bee sting

Myself with no filter is now a funny thing

All that time and it was not me

Myself with no filter is now a good thing

The camera was facing my fat cat Ling

I now know myself with no filter is a beautiful thing

And I can carry on with my life with the energy of a box spring

 

 

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