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Art Tic


 Head twitch, sniffing, throat clearing mess

I can't hide them I must confess

Art calms my Tics that are so hard to hide

I hold it together with art at my side

Staring, odd looks, and laughed at

I do not care about that

I have Tourettes and I am an artist, animated

Art helps control my tics and keeps em sedated

I draw my loves, my world, my creations

Despite the negative and discriminations

In my world of art, I thrive and live

To this world I have a lot to give

My art is always what I pick

I have an Unstopable Art Tic

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