4 Feb
I started life a little late,
A story I've carried with me.
I couldn't read till I was eight.
wore masks,
built to protect me.
My scattered brain,
with jumbled words.
The pictures moved so fast,
I tried to catch what most would see,
but stumbled in the dark.
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Hannah Cardamone
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