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Some Times

Sometimes I just don't know.
All of my thoughts
All of my dreams
Are now all gone.
For I'm no longer a child, nor can I ever be again.
But now I'm weaker than a new born.
And how can I care for myself, let alone anyone else.
How can I find my soul,
Is it still here?
Or did it pass away when the sun fell on that cold Winters night? 
Brady Smith
10/6/97