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It starts with me waking from a nap. I feel weak. I don't feel like talking or moving, not even the slightest bit.

I'm 12, and I'm autistic.

I just sit around watching other people, usually my family, doing whatever they do, occassionally giving me a little bit of attention. Till I fall asleep again.

I wake up, in this 24-year-old body. Back to my punch-drunk life, back to my dead-end job.

This life I'm living could be just the dream of an autistic kid. Goes on and on, like episodes of a soap opera. If that's the case.

Man.

What a dream!

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I was flying in Sherlock Holmes costume, without the pipe and magnifying glass.

I had a polaroid camera, loaded with infinite number of polaroid films.

Snapping shots of the landscape like there was no tomorrow.

And the farmers shouted, "It's raining polaroids!".

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In some of my dreams, I have this extremely long left leg.

Happens quite often.

It kinda suck, because its not easy to walk properly.

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When life turns sour,
I know where to hide,
I'll buy a ticket,
a ticket to ride,
the Night Train Express,
takes me to places,
away from worries,
away from sorrows,
for just one night.

The next day I'll find,
an empty bottle,
a broken soul,
lying right next to all my troubles.

I'll deal with them,
reluctantly,
while I impatiently wait,
for the next train to come,
to either hit me in the face,
or take me for a ride.

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Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!

Exiled for ever, let me mourn;

Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,

There let me live forlorn.

- John Dowland

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