Secretly Strange
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Última publicación dom, oct 23, 2022
I never believed that "strange" was a way to describe someone. Because I never believed it was a word at all. I find it difficult to tell my side of the story, so I will tell it through poetry. My whole life I thought what I was doing, how I was living was all normal. Yet it was not until I was 18, I realize it was even more strange than ever. My name is Dezrae and I have Asperger's (Autism) and I am Secretly Strange.
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