Minutes fade into hours.
Hours fade into days.
Simply in a daze, as days fade into weeks.
Oh, how life is beginning to feel bleak.
Unemployed.
Stressing, the prospect of mentally regressing.
Depressed.
As I look for Jobs using my Mac.
The irony of which amuses me.
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
