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Mar 2017
I'm counting on this mind to open up
I am counting on this heart to not close shut.

my eyes are all  three strained,
and my spinal cord feels maimed

This light, this information you have given me
Why does it cause such strain on my body
Why do I grow weaker at first
just to shoot through the crown with a might burst.


What is this life to live for,
why have I never opened any doors
why have i always longed for something more.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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