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Autism...
I don't always speak...but I'm always listening
I don't always understand...but I always care
I don't always know what to do...but I always do my best
I don't always sing along...but I always feel the music
I don't always hug you back...but I always know your touch
I don't always smile... but I'm always happy to see you
I don't always make it clear how much I love you...but rest assured I do
I don't always speak...but I'm always listening
I don't always understand...but I always care
I don't always know what to do...but I always do my best
I don't always sing along...but I always feel the music
I don't always hug you back...but I always know your touch
I don't always smile... but I'm always happy to see you
I don't always make it clear how much I love you...but rest assured I do
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Note: This isnt my poem. It belong to someone else, but I forgot who...
It simply describes autism from my point of view.
This is REALLY me. At least, in real life...
Enjoy
It simply describes autism from my point of view.
This is REALLY me. At least, in real life...
Enjoy
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