ASD
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yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
Because I love you I try to understand
Consciousness though biologically similar
So Inherently different
To my autistic brother:
The older I get the more I reflect on the past and think about the problems we all had growing up so fast
He lives in his own world.
I call it his Alternate Spatial Distortion or ASD.
Some days he is a little farther into our world,
Some days he is completely in his.
I watch him as he closes his eyes and smiles,
