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Apr 2019
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I am not a safe drive. I'm a stormy sea.
There is no happy ending, just the aching feeling
of being almost there but not quite.
I'll cut our ropes and break our dishes
You'll shout my name and I'll cry for yours, but we'll be both voiceless
Whispering, "honey, what's the point, what's the point?"
Raven Scherbatsky
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Raven Scherbatsky  28/F
(28/F)   
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   Glen Castillo
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