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May 2018
Guts climbing
into my mouth and out of my ***
Sick would be an understatement
Nauseas doesn't pin it down
Anxiety is rolling waves
And I'm crumbling with out a sound.
I'm quivering with sweat
I only wanted to be sober
I will not feel regret
Tomorrow I can start over.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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