Broken Machine

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If I was a machine,

my system would be broken.

I'd be broken beyond repair.

I'd be useless,

and unwanted.

Why would anyone want me?

There are  machines that work better,

and not many that work worse.

But I'm trying.

Doesn't that count for anything?

I'm trying despite my broken and missing pieces;

I'm trying to do my job.

But. 

Despite my best efforts,

a broken machine,

just, doesn't, work.

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