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Feb 21
Hurt.
Alone.
Drunk, on you.
On who?
Who are you?
Lost.
Confused.
High, on her.
On them?
None left.


*When you bottle up passion, anger, and otherwise, any man could tell you that your either a lover, a cheater, or completely alone. So, which are you?
Postal Leo
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Postal Leo  16/M/Good Ol' Texas
(16/M/Good Ol' Texas)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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