Me and Instagram
we go back and forth like a pendulum
Take a selfie, add a Filter
Just to try to stick out like a splinter
I didn't know I was just like the rest
Instead of showing the looks I was blessed
My words they sound so surreal 
My words they turn heads like car wheels
No filter, I look more mature
No filter, I feel so pure
I sound more confident, competent 
I receive more complements, astonishment 
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