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With a quiet day comes talking about wishes. A wish I have is to be normal. Really do wish autism away. Too weird. Too rude. Too helpless. But I am real and inside this body that acts without my permission. When I am at God’s table, I will not be burdened with autism. My soul is whole and healthy and ready.


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