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Repetition

Repeating letters sounds fun dddoesnt it

Wwwhen you try and tttalk and sssound like a motorbike

Its fun to the point to when you can’t control. And can’t you contain that urge of repeating.

People laugh and think its nothing and when you can’t stop those sounds coming out your mouth.

Your Vulnerable and your hopeless and your resilience going south.

You can’t stop it because it can’t be stopped its like a continuous loop on Spotify of a 1 second song

That you seem to love. But don’t.

People hating what you deal with because they don’t understand

This is a real thing

May not have been your best decision choosing me. Yeah, you know who you are.

Making me doubt, make me worry, making me change what is practically me!

And it’s obvious to me, that they’re purposely and obliviously, refusing to see the severity of the condition to speaking differently Frequently which is hard to be as it’s affecting me in a way that you will never believe.

Imagine this.

Imagine you’re alone with no one around you

There is no one you can turn to

Because this is just a joke

This joke will go further along the line

That line. NO, that rope where that hope will be shattered

Visiting the pope of why you couldn’t cope with the continuous note

Knowing that one flaw will stop you to elope with that one girl you hoped.

But wish you hadn’t. You wish that you hoped for the one you love most but don’t know it.

With that beautiful smile that you have liked for a while and can spot from a mile.

But unsure of how they feel.

So, you just look at them hoping that your dream becomes a reality

And that reality is a lifetime a lifetime of happiness and where you can repeat as much as you want

And they stop me with that smile, and I finish my sentence.

And there will be the times that are sour like lime and sweet like thyme

And I can just look at their smile and make me feel higher than a lantern on fire

Their smile drowns the sounds out of the room, every time I look

I pause and stand for a while,

Thinking of the good times we could have had

And will have when I get out of this shell

Where we can live and tell the tale

Tell the tale of how one smile can change someone’s life

Of how one smile can move one child to be set free

And follow their dreams and be what they want to be

And as long as they are living happily, they will be free for eternity.