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Feb 2018
Typically I stay quiet
in times of stress I would
rather just silence myself than deal with
the impending doom of attempting
to grasp what was going on
and exactly what needs to be done.
Numb to the entire world as long as
I need to make a decision.

And Indecisive is an understatement
as i fade to black blankness
as if my existance slips out from under me
and suddenly
I am no mind
No body.
Gone from this world
and I can hear your voice begging me
for thoughts of closure
like microphones made of paper
submerged in honey
echo and muffle
wom wom wom wom

Who am i,
I know nothing,
You need me now in this moment and for some reason
I can't conjure a single thought...

But im learning
to say
I love you when your lonely
and distancing your self from me
and I'm realizing you need
some one to steady you
with word from mouth
and food for thought
because your the same as me
and you just shut off from everything.
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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