The Real Thing
I wonder what the world would look like,
without a filter or theme to alter it.
To see the beautiful world, the real thing,
is a goal I must admit.
For every picture taken should not be faked,
why not cherish what you make?
Behind every print there is a story,
the filter just removes all of its glory.
Whatever happend to as is or final,
now getting a like or thumbs up is vital.
Negative, sepia, black and white,
these mask what it truly looks like.
They do their best to hide their flaws,
before hitting that post button many pause.
They should realize perfection does not exist,
and being an individual is rare bliss.
Be happy with what it is and what is seen,
and not what others want it to be.
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