No Filter Poetry Slam

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It’s kind of superficial for me to be writing a letter to myself when I’m only so young.
Thump.      Thump.       Thump.        Thump.      Thump.       Thump. In.               Out.              In.          Out. Proof I am human runs through my veins. Proof that I am alive and functioning shows everyday.
Without a filter, my mind seems to flow right. Without contrasting, fading, taking my dark times and making them seem bright, my life seems to flow right.
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