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.
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- Published: January 24th, 2022 12:20
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