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Mar 25
How do I make you understand that i feel lost?
No-one will see this.
How can I convey my pain?
No-one will hear this.
Drowning slowly in a tar pit of self doubt.
Struggling artist's can understand, perhaps.
I don't want to be famous.
I want to be heard, seen.
Seen by my father, who will know me as a man.
Heard by my grandma, maybe she will finally understand.
Postal Leo
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Postal Leo  16/M/Good Ol' Texas
(16/M/Good Ol' Texas)   
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