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437 · Mar 2017
Raven
Raven ballard Mar 2017
Hey let me tell you bout a girl named rae
Her favorite colors blue, and shes super gay
Shes the happiest **** youve ever seen
But the reality is youve never gone behind the scenes
Yeah she loves blue but her life is full of black
She cries herself to sleep, and suffers through panic attacks
The most cheerful friend one can have
But underneath her life is still sad
No one understands her, and thats perfectly ok, she doesnt need to be told
What others do not know how to say
She knows she's wanted
Knows she's loved
So nothing will get in the way, of rae seeing another day
Nothing will ever get in the way, of making her feel like shes enough
This poem is about me, if you were wondering. And my friends all call me raven so thats the name i used for this piece.

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