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A poem about the toils of a neurodivergent mind that struggles to “just” their way to success.
It's all too easy to get lost in hyperfixation.
A short limerick poem about feeling shy during a company meeting.
Those with disabilities are aware of the constant judgment.
Day in, day out, arms aching, back cramping, yet the work persists.
A thousand paper cuts still leaves a sizeable wound.
A description of my woe regarding my terrible teeth.
