meltdown

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My nerves shatter does it really matter Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
My nerves shatter does it really matter Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
What is autism Is it simply choosing not to talk Is it just a spoiled child No It's not a disease No  it's a spectrum disorder Everything has to be a set way
Let        me        have      this. Let me be a great big mess. Cover up my face, don’t look, but let me fret that this is the best you can get from me.
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