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Mar 19
Pray for me.
Whether I'm weak or strong, I need your words,
Encouragement, flocks around me, just like birds.
Human nature declares we depend on one another.
Just like Iā€™m bound to argue with my great grandmother.

No love in this country, hate from the skies.
Perilous horizons, and I'm ready to die!
Die for my beliefs,
Die by the police,
Dead for my friends,
Not dead till the story ends.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Getting kicked outta heaven for being born this way.
So I suppose I'll have to make a legacy on earth.
And make Gabriel and the angels give me a wide berth.

All I want is success, but hate on you if you succeed.
So done with feeling nothing, believe I'm ready to bleed,
For everything I stand for, all that I believe.
When I die, I suppose, I'll end up in the garden of greed.
Postal Leo
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Postal Leo  16/M/Good Ol' Texas
(16/M/Good Ol' Texas)   
     misha, Fawn and Issabella Hokason
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