Simple
There are wrinkles and bags under my eyes
There is a sparkle within my eyes that no filter can hide
There is a smile that hides no lies and greets you with pleasure
There is no facade
There is something so simple
Yet, small and insignificantly significant
No makeup just me
Simple, beautiful me
With a melodic voice and hysterical laughter
Brown flowing hair
Screw the filters,
Screw society and its illogical meaning of beauty
Screw the lighting
I am simple and honest.
I am not perfect nor demented
I am not restrained
I am simply authentic.
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