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Behind the filters
Behind the makeup
Behind the faces of emotions
There is a blank slate.
We start out as blank slates,
Molded by the society that raises us,
Makes us strong,
I’m a blank slate.
Fill me up
With your arguments your blame,
The silence and the spite
And expect me not to feel the same.
I’m a blank slate—with scratches.
Tell me what love is,
