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ADHD


My mind is a blur:

it races from thought to thought without catching its breath. 

One moment:

I meditate on the plight of the impoverished. 

The next:

that puppy across the street is adorable. 

I am an invincible hero righting the wrongs of the world

and I am the victim of unspeakable crimes

all within seconds. 

In the race to think

I forget the things

that are most important to me. 

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MarksIncredible
Loved it. Good job

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