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Jan 2018
Exhausted and so over
this thing that we call life
living in a body
constant battle
constant strife

and I know the rules
I have played this game.
Try to convince me
ever day is not the same.

It crashes down like hot summer rain.
I think about the happiness
I try to numb the pain.  

I try to move through my life
like every day is not the same.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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