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Broken Car 
Lost in a circle from which I spin.
I know not which way to turn.
I can no longer drive so I stop.
But the passengers must go on. They canít afford to wait for me.
This is no way to begin,
So I must do what I donít want to,
For it hurts for me to do it, but I know I have to.
But not only for myself but for most of all them.
For Iím afraid too let anyone too close, for then they may only feel the soulful pain that tears apart my lonely heart.
But the further I walk away, the lonelier I become and every thing falls apart.
And so this means I need real help to fix the broken car, so some day I can drive again.


Brady Smith
10/9/97