tourettes awareness
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Hello
Im the little corner in your brain
Yes you dont like me very much
Im the place where your tics stem from
And we both know we are not talking about bugs
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
imagine
there is a landmine in your veins
tic tic ticcing away
counting down the days
until you can look in the mirror
and see yourself straight -
imagine
