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jack loves to horse back ride on his father's back play lagos and cars and build building blocks with his less comprohensive mind. he shakes when he's held with his fingers cramping up 1 2 3 seconds later he finishes up stiff as a board he looks around with his eyes blood shot red burns the site of you seing him like this. don't worry he's young he'll grow out off it how can you say that to a kid who's mother snifted that white substance when she was pregnant. your not dumb your challenged your not just smart your intellegent.and those words cramps up in his brain controlled by the twisted up thoughts in his mind. controlled, misguide, and confused in this world of society. who say that special people are dumb your wrong tell them i challenge them to a game of chess in your mind. using your knowledge as pieces to their brain and we'll see who dumb then. knowing that you are the back bone of our life the thin line between blood and bone and love and hate you cant control what people say but you speak and function the truth on any day. your smile and beauty is everything i ever as wanted and your heart tells it all. and if they question you on any day tell them you have a friend up stairs at the top of the gate that would love to hear about the so called choices he's made.
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