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Nov 2017
you breathed in me life
which before i had not
Brought me back from a corpse
which before had gone rot.

What it means to be alive
is something i never understood
what it means to survive
whether life is bad or good.

Who I am who I was
where i will be going
And if i chase the buzz
what chaos will be throwing.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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