Fancy pictures

with all those colors, brightness, borders, and edits on myslef without the real me in it.

with all that gone and out the picture, whats left of it is me.

my genuine slef no other then me

you can even say i have brown eyes dark brown hair 

you cant say i have red flaming hair with brightness ffrom the suns light with my two filters on

you can say my skin looks happy and sometimes full with sillyness but

you cant see that my skin is not vintage like an old newspaper in real life

but without my flirters from sepia, aqua, vintage, or even plane grey you can tell my life is colorful and bright as it is

because im genuine to the photos that ill never have a chance to take again , who knows

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