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AspergersYou tease him.
Lie to him.
And he takes it all.
He doesn't understand. Or maybe he does and doesn't let on. He always has been one to want attention.
No. That was wrong. Not attention. He wants friends. He wants people who don't make fun of how he dresses or the things he likes. He wants people who don't egg him on for a laugh or call him names and make fun of his (often less than socially acceptable) mannerisms.
He doesn't see where he is wrong though! Oh, no. He can't tell when an appropriate time to make goofy faces is, or how Nazi jokes aren't very funny when in serious discussion. He doesn't know that words like "fag" and "retard" are not words he should be throwing around so casually, especially when they are the same words people call him.
I have tried to teach him these things. And I will continue to. People will make fun of me
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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