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Autistic Light

All these limits and margins
I see her starting to explode
I see her losing her shit
She can’t handle this world
Because this world wasn’t made for someone like her
She doesn’t want the fame
She doesn’t want to be like the rest of them
She’s marching to her own drum
She’s finding her way out of the box
She never could fit in a cube
She was made to think outside of the box
She connects the pictures in a different way
Her brain works on the AM station
Never tried the FM station

She makes her own music
Dances to her own beat

She loses her shit when someone tries to put her in a box

She’s not made to be tamed
She doesn’t go the way everyone else wants her to go

She’s not here to make you happy
She doesn’t speak your language
She speaks her own
She’s not stupid
She’s more than you give her credit for

She’s the light when the world sets
She doesn’t even have to try to find her own way
She’ll tell you what she thinks without words
She’ll shake your carefully built tower
Walk away like she meant to do that

So don’t step in her way
She’ll dance around you
She’ll find her own way
With her own made up chords

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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