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With a veiled promise of relief Her young, trusting mind: 'Yes, anything, please!' But it's not approved for kids. But the doctor says it's fine. She'd try anything to quiet her racing mind. As the years fly by, Her mind's still not at ease, But she continues to take That oval blue and green. Slowly-- so slowly, She almost didn't see-- Slowly, her communication Isn't so free. She knows what she wants to say, But when she starts to speak it The right words just fly away. She's not dumb-- The words are all there, At the tip of her tongue. But then, suddenly, they aren't. Slowly, But surely, But suddenly.   She fumbles. She finds them. She dusts herself off. She yearns to turn back time And warn that young, trusting mind.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Slowly, but Suddenly
With a veiled promise of relief Her young, trusting mind: 'Yes, anything, please!' But it's not approved for kids. But the doctor says it's fine. She'd try anything to quiet her racing mind. As the years fly by, Her mind's still not at ease, But she continues to take That oval blue and green. Slowly-- so slowly, She almost didn't see-- Slowly, her communication Isn't so free. She knows what she wants to say, But when she starts to speak it The right words just fly away. She's not dumb-- The words are all there, At the tip of her tongue. But then, suddenly, they aren't. Slowly, But surely, But suddenly.   She fumbles. She finds them. She dusts herself off. She yearns to turn back time And warn that young, trusting mind.
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dandyb
35/Gender Fluid/American
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
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