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the maddening pace of my thoughts
makes me want to scream.
i dont really know what i want now,
i dont know what it means.
cuz iam here alone now,
and once again my mind,
is blazing with that fire,
the one and only kind.
the kind that burns all my thoughts,
into my memory,
the kind that burns with passion,
until i cannot breathe....
i cannot remember,
what it means to feel, because i havent had the
chance to see whats real.
i have felt the heartache,
that cripples many souls,
and i cannot just remember,
for how much mine i sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cannot remember, what it means to feel, because i havent had the chance to see whats real. i have felt the heartache, that cripples many souls, and i cannot just remember, for how much mine i sold. ^ wow i really love that. you're amazing