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Nov 2014
my brain was once a machine
filled with cogs and gears
working tirelessly day after day
my machine has stalled
all motion has ceased
it cant resume

my cogs begin to rust
my gears start to deteriorate
what used to be a beautiful intricate system
has lost its luster and
turned dull and brittle
the machine fell from its suspension
and collapsed upon itself
into a pile of scrap metal

the lifeless heap is removed
and replaced
this new machine is built
it's pretty and promising
and made from encouragement and hope
like all the previous ones
but this is a never ending cycle
my machines will continue to breakdown
Renee
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Renee  New Jersey
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