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May 14
I'm sorry. I'm so unimaginably sorry. In a life filled with love and hate, I was the reason you made so many mistakes...

Comprehension is impossible, the end is always near.
Keeping that in mind, stay away from the drug fear.
Quickens you, to an abnormal pace.
Your heart and mind, both begin to race.
And everything drops. (R)

You can't help but think!
Think about all the mistakes you've made,
Think about your failing grades,
Think about the boys you hate,
and the girls you love, but….
No-one loves you, no no-one loves you!

And I’m so sorry,
If this doesn’t apply,
But i know there’s rhyme or reason,
To every fake kiss, and black eye,
Disgusted gaze, and small lie…
I mean,
What if your the villain in another’s story?
What if life is about love, not glory?
What if death is mandatory?
What if there is no Heaven or Hell, only Purgatory?
Or an endless darkness where we are forever judged,
By those who made better decisions than us.

Because while you sit around sipping,
From a bottle of wine that you stole,
Infuriated that your so alone…
Another sits working on their Bio project,
Need that easy A,
That quick dopamine from a “Good Job”,
A thumbs up,
And a simple piece of paper,
With one hundred at the top.

We’re all druggies. Some of us just don't know how to stop.
This is my first attempt at making legitimate music. I've wanted nothing more my whole life then to make my dad smile, and to finally reach my mom. So, this is like a promise ring, and anyone who reads it all, cares, you can receive the promise ring. I will make it. I cannot fail.
Postal Leo
Written by
Postal Leo  16/M/Good Ol' Texas
(16/M/Good Ol' Texas)   
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