Uniqueness is the Real Beauty.
Without a filter, I can seem a little bitter.
Like any dull looking picture i could use some glitter.
But i have a sweet side; that only those without a filter can see.
This side is free of all the pretty lies there can be.
It might not be the best but its unique.
Like any boutique,
it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.
And so are we, works of art of biology;
Created in the best psychology of life,
That allows some of us to see the inner beauty and uniquenesss in no filter,
Because no filter means I am seen for me, and not for glitter that sprinkles the lies,
Sprinkles it to the point nothing else but filter itslef is left.
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