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Fed
The blinding light and starry nights take my soul away.
Clouds pull a haze over my eyes. And I no longer now know were I stand.
Like a broken vas that can't hold water any more, I fail to hold all the peace's together.
And that which I thought that I found, was only an Illusion that felt so real.
Changed, I wish I could go back to being the same.
But it can't,
I can't and I must move on and grow. Yet I donít feel like moving any were.
A fire still burns within my soul. But how can it go on, must be fed.
 
Brady Smith
12/21/97