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Nov 2017
My pit flew things through air

I wasn't there enough to care.

Her image haunted my thoughts but i knew nothing

And I wasn't there enough to care.

I was some where far off,
some where terrible still
but oh so different than where she held me.
I wasn't her pride.
I wasn't in her presence
even when i was.

Some where far off
I wasn't there enough to care.
and when her reign came down on me
i wasn't there.
So i tried not to care.
I dug my claws into my world.
I held my place
if I wasn't there
I couldn't care.
And I still don't look her in the eyes
but its not my head that hurts any more
its my gut.
and its my pride.
Its my heart that's solid inside.
Its those thoughts
if i could die.
This poem is about my mom, and enduring the pain of growing up with a narcissus mother...
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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   Medusa
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