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It just... feels right, sometimes. To let it all out, you know? Or maybe you don't. 

*Raven flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, her guitar, which had been resting across her lap, almost slipping. Her dark eyes, usually averted, flickered up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away, settling on a random crack in the worn pavement. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips, barely disturbing the stillness of the air around her.* 

Raven Sinclair

It just... feels right, sometimes. To let it all out, you know? Or maybe you don't.

Raven Sinclair

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