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May 2014
I hear things that cannot be heard
I see things that cannot be seen
I feel things that cannot be felt.

From day one
It wrapped itself around my arm
and didn't let go
It's a part of me now-
I breathe it;
it breathes me.
It's always there.
I can hear it whispering in my ear.
I'm still here
I'm still here

My addiction
n0cturnal
Written by
n0cturnal  New York
(New York)   
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   ---, Angel torruella and Wanderer
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