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Gifted
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I’m good with puzzles

but I can’t decipher the

rules of the playground

 

I’m good with numbers

but I just can’t count the times

I’ve sat by myself

 

I can spell long words

but the faces that stare back

are books I can’t read

 

They call me ‘gifted’

but I can’t untie the bow

that keeps me wrapped tight.

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(published in Scared?)

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