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I want to party.

I want to get laid.

Tell me to lose it.

Tell me to touch you.

Tell me that I am worth something.

Inner desires. Inner disgust.

I want to go all natural.

I want to find my true love.

Tell me to stay pure.

Tell me to respect you.

Tell me to love myself.

Outer appearance.

Outer perception.

Filters are protection. Filters equal attention.

No filters are destruction. No filters equal discrimination.

Filters are lies. Filters are our way of saying,

I hate myself.

I need attention.

But that’s humanity in itself, isn’t it?

Either way,

We’re screwed.

 
 
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Strength isn't inherited, its learned, and with God, its fortified. 20 years old. Artist. Poet. Environmentalist. Expression transfers the invisible to the open minded.

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