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It was small
like a match right as it starts
a tiny beat from a naive heart

One became two
then two
became none

One heart shattered
One heart distorted
None left to beat

One heart, Two heart
Unsure what the feeling was
that a comic fueled

One jump
One stayed
On shattered along the way

One small flame
was given gasoline
and became a wildfire

Workers are unsure if it can be controlled
or if it will burn out like before
not understanding

it's still just a match
giving light to a shattered
but beating heart
Simple thought
the application is much harder
but the idea of pressing undo

Where would my legs take me
where can I run
What can I run from

Constant hiding
Avoiding relationships
to hide from the one
I need the most



myself.....
They're just black and white
Letters and words
1's and 0's of code

Some are my own
Some I helped
While others I find

I reflect on these
Imaging a world
Different then my own

Such a strange thing indeed
To long for a sensation
That I have never felt
Why am I different?
Why am I strange?

What is simple for others
I struggle with understanding

What is easy for me
Others find difficult

Simple tasks
That are habits for some

I have yet to make stick
Despite me trying

Why am I different?
Why am I not normal
Like the rest?
One may get none
One may get one
One may get two
Why did I get three

From none to three
Is quite a feet indeed
Many get two or more
When choice is a thing

So how did I get three
On accident
It would be silent where I am
But counties over would wail
Tear shed for a life so young

They would ship me off
To a place I hate
And have me sit and wait

Through my books they would search
Finding the words
I hold close

Fully understanding the mind I had
Finally seeing the life I had

My letters
Sealed with wax
The book with gold

Words of person
Who knew too much
And said too little
I tried to walk away
and not cause a scene
but I was pulled back
and asked for my side

Now a simple report
has gone further then I imagined
Did I really do the right thing
or make a mess of everything?

How far do you climb
to get answers
when you know something isn't right?
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