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Take off the filters and remove the blindfold, Enter this world as you are, Not as you are told- That you should be. Because that is not you, It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.  
I wonder how long does it take
They call where I live “The Bubble” “The Happy Valley” because whatever problems we face we hide behind photo shopped pictures with filtered solutions. Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write.   Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
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I'm growing up in a world where it's not cool to be cool Where it's hip to be hipster, an ever-changing rule Every day I come to school with a bag full of masks,
Filters. We all use them.
I am a wanderer I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
Life without filters is beautiful,
I will not hold a lie against my face, a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience. The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation is thunderous and inescapable. Their tiny, rough hands
Filters. Change your Look, change your Style. See everything through a Pretty Veil. Filters. Watch what you say,
Hidden behind photos and many filters, There's something about me thats a little off-kilter. I try to be me, but I'm caught in a snare, But what makes me me, society doesn't seem to care.
The words unspoken are louder than those yelled across the room. I must escape the voices they're closing in taking me as their prisoner. Retreat behind the yellow door close it and keep it there
Filters. Change your Look, change your Style. See everything through a Pretty Veil. Filters. Watch what you say, Watch what you do. Filter it all to fit The Room,
Imagine a world without filters Where people see you for who you really are Don't worry about hiding that scar Because that is a part of who you are Be happy with yourself and forget what others think
Who am I you wonder My pictures without filters are less than 10s but better than 5s The true me doesn't need filters to be seen I am who I am I laugh, smile ,cry try to capture the moments
the words didn't come easy when i sat down to ... write I almost claimed writer's block and gave up without a  fight "no filter", my topic a pretty broad umbrella
Dark curly hair,dark brown eyes that only if you look close enough, you can see the brown soaking in,dark circles under my eyes because 
Filters are like masks.  We use them to hide.  We pick them to accent certain qualities and hide the flaws we don't want them to see.
The warmth is all gone. The fire burnt out. My heart is cold like ash, the color I wear in my hair. I don't feel a thing.  I search and search again, but there's no care in the air. I don't see anyone.
Every day, I see filters - Filters on photos Filters on speech Filters, filters everywhere.   But I refuse to have a filter.   Without a filter, I am me.
Filters - Everything, Everyone By filters we are run They filter our food And any words 'rude'  When did we lose What made us true? - Please, please Listen to me
What are filters? Filters are cover-ups, concealing the truth, Concealing the true identity to which the entity does not wish to share. They cover, so others do not see. From press, to speech, to a selfie,
She ripped off the photo filter like it was a band-aid My skin was red And it was uncomfortable I lay there like a child in the fetal position Then it all came back  
Without the Filters,
Valencia, Hudson,  and Willow 
In my selfies, I turn my "bad side" away from the camera I strike a pose that lets my hair fall Like a curtain before a show Over my lazy eye, The one that won't just behave and pretend to be normal
Erasing all of the marks that are upond my face Am I pretty now that I filtered my pictures No more ugly pimples If we meet will we have a good time getting to know each other
I'm always taking pictures and right before i post I change them just a little to make them liked the most. I snap a little selfie then turn the filters on to hide the imperfections,
I am loud without warning I am goofy without restraint I hurt without laughs
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