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Nov 2014
I. Am. Numb
The kind of numb you endure after the pain. Coldness, running through your body with ruthless envy for pure destruction. The kind of numb that after a while you become lethargic. Lethargic with the torment, i slip
                   slip into nothingness.
I. Am. Numb
Lorelai
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Lorelai  on a hill
(on a hill)   
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     Lior Gavra and unknown
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