My Phone's Diary:

She perches on her bed
Singing praise of her day
Recalling the joy she felt 
Late morning's ray
Meeting a creative
Promising days ahead
Soul Cunts alive
Those that scoff at Autism can't also understand why there's even a pride
A Spectrum on Display
Cancel cancelling ride or dies 
Bleed thru silt, the same
Fine as hell confidence like a queer
Queen in question

Any one's suggestion
Never in opposition

Public. Are you the one to talk? 

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