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Far away, in the land of bittersweet, Noam is
standing on a cliff, almost flying...almost.
She hears the wind whispers in her ears to fall,
to leave her boring land to another place.
She takes a step forward, closes her eyes, spreads
her arms, takes a deep breath and fall.
To be or not to be?
Then she feels so cold, she can not breath, she
can not think, she is drowning in the stormy,
salty sea.
Sinking like a stone.
Hardly opening her eyes to see only blue.
She heard her mother voice screaming for help.
So awful.
She was playing with her dolls.
She loves playing with her plastic, ugly dolls.
They never scream when she takes their heads off.
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בכלל הטביעו
אותי.
-קורט קוביין. |
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