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Obligatory Filtered Self


Plain

Flawed

Nothing special

No special effects, no special attention

Without a filter or picture enhancement im a different person online

Almost as if i dont recognize myself in the camera

Fantasized appearances leaving people clueless to the real you

Beauty is found in truth, but wheres the fun in that?

My words are not extraordinary, my words are left unheard

Who wants to talk to someone so average that they have to alter their appearance for confidence

Fantasized filters, leaving so much unsaid, so much open for interpretation

Who am i? I only know myself in terms of looking good with Chrome or Sepia covering my flaws

Nothing Special

Flawed

Plain. Thats not who i am, but thats what enhancements lead me to believe

 
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