neurodivergent

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My mother used to say that I was unique An indigo child or crystal child so to speak Foolish title that cause me nauseation For it never led to understanding, only obfuscation   And then another term surfaced
They fill my throat, go into my lungs, and hold my hand.   Do I say we’re a me, do I say we’re a team? Says physical it’s me, but when we breathe it’s team.  
it's 11:58 and i can't sleep, glitter is coming out of my eyes and it's cutting them open   my ears are dripping beeswax in some dumb attempt to block it out    im alone, so alone
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