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Sep 2015
my friends don't wear smiles on their sleeves anymore it's been months and the drugs stopped helping all of us.
my friends don't smile in their sleep anymore. My own personal nightmares are taking place behind their eyes.
My friends don't choke on their own teeth anymore they learned frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick
my friends don't exist anymore,
their mistakes looked like demolition  
they fall one by one and they do not get up  
And I'd gouge out my own eyes just to see myself crashing my car over and over and over and over...
I'll think of a title some day
Raven
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Raven  nj
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   ross and its gonna make sense
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