Filters: Off

I take a deep breath,

And the filters are turned off.

My eyes are dark and tired

My shouders - slumped in defeat

My smile is now being worried away

Between my imperfect teeth

My hair comes down

Flat and lifeless

And my chewed nails

Scrape through the copper strands


This is me, with no filters

Tired and defeated

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