Special Needs
My mind does not work like an average person.
For each day it seems to only get worse.
My face does not look like any of yours.
My mouth stays open, I tend to even drool.
Not capable of getting up on my own.
I'll never have the privilege of being alone.
Speaking is difficult, I can barely communicate.
Even tho I make noises, trying to each day.
I would give anything to walk, run, across the floor.
Thank god everyday this life isn't yours.
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