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With a filer,

I go to bed on time

and get eight hours of sleep.

Without one,

I always stay up late,

create,

and don't count sheep.

Photoshopped,

I'm kind and selfless.

Reality

makes me mean.

I criticize,

and compliments are far and few between.

Airbrush out

my flaws, disorders, faults,

and weakness, too,

and suddenly a model

citizen

is standing in front of you.

But take away the parts of me

that you don't want to see,

you have to lose the best side, too,

of who I've come to be.

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