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Most of my life
I've been gifted with good health.
I, am by all means, normal.
I scored a 26 on my ACT, I failed my drivers test twice,
I had my first toe stepping dance in the 7th grade
with someone I've never got over,
so I guess you could say

I'm normal.
But my heart... well,

my heart is a retard.

He stumbles into parties looking for the one person who can hurt me,
convinces me that THIS is what I want,
and later that night,
I realize I'm sleeping next to Hilters sister.
And she's just as old and has that same mustache and
I have to ask myself
where the fuck I found this see...


My heart
is retarded and I mean that in every derogatory sense,
gimp, one legged, made fun of by the rest, dancing to its own beat...


My heart wears overalls.
Yup, bright red and yellow Sesame Street overalls.
I've had to child proof the majority of the things in my life because
god knows,
he can really fuck shit up.
He still plays with Pokemon cards.
Trades them for emotional debts.
He has a speach impediment. Turns two syllable words int
int
into really confusing mistakes.
The same reason he has to still wear diapers when he sleeps. He
is retarded.

And that

is my hook because

I want to make it known that if you walk into it
without knowing the challenges ahead of you,
I'm sorry
but this is my formal warning.
He can bite when he's angry, cry when he's angry...
actually, he can shit himself if he's angry-
he'll do anything to get your attention and sometimes
that means
making a giant asshole out of himself.
And by himself,

I mean me.

See usually I see myself as normal,
but with a heart this dumb...

I can't even think how to end this without saying
bring a helmet.
For us both.