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Jan 2015
I saw down my finger nails with my palms hoping to find a future in there,
somewhere
But my tears never fail to slip through, closing up the seams
I bite my nails hoping to taste something more than a fake white smile
But I get seeping blood instead
And it still bleeds
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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