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Oct 2015
So casual you are
my skin is peeling from the heat of my anger
hands turn to fists
And you see me smiling like all the good times
throwing knives into your eyes will just be in my head
For now
I pretend
to be nice
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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