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Through filtered eyes


There's a pair of eyes                                                                                          
That can make me perfect in my eyes
To an extent where I, Am perfect in the worlds eyes
But what am i?
Without those eyes?
The ones that make me look perfect in my eyes and world wide?
These eyes run my world and the world itself
And they also alter what you see as i take this picture of myself
Black & White,
That's the type of perfect i want to see in site
I swipe my phone right so that filter can improve me by just one more like
But then I decide not to filter
"Nobodies perfect"  I softly whisper
I put it as a caption as i upload the picture

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