as i sit here with no shurt,
feedin my adiction, the curse,
1st just a fort, then fall victom to worse,
choise, decisons, i wunder if i disurve,
would i relive my life, yes in revurse,
reliven evey verse, like a count down.
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I would like to translate this poem
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