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
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
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
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