I used to suck my thumb.
Years of fear pacified my own self.
Crooked teeth and a slight overbite... All in the name of infantile comfort.
As a man, I am now left to wonder what will protect me from the monsters underneath my bedding.
Teeth still Crooked.
Monsters now older.
More deadly.
I will eventually pacify myself.
-XR
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PoesiaI'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...
