Like blood flows through my veins,
the thought of you is in my brain.
When it feels like the last drop of hope is lost,
I just think of the times when you were there with me.
Although sometimes it seems like I'm just sitting in my own pool of despair,
I'm really just waiting for the day you'll be back be my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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