i swor i'd never love agen and i didn't,
but i got close but then you pulled me back in,
fallen back in,
just let me go,
becouse i have to get up from this low,
cant keep going on,
it feels like glass on my bare feet,
a good guy is who i need to meet! !
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I would like to translate this poem
Good job. I like. ttyl. Joey