meltdown
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My nerves shatter does it really matter
Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns
Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
My nerves shatter does it really matter
Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns
Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
What is autism
Is it simply choosing not to talk
Is it just a spoiled child
No
It's not a disease
No
it's a spectrum disorder
Everything has to be a set way
Let me have this.
Let me be a great big mess.
Cover up my face, don’t look, but let
me fret that this is the best you can get
from me.
