I don't need your false concern keeping me out of reach like an unwanted disease. Hold me, hold me, avenge me. Give me a safe place to lay my head on. My soul is running around wild-eyed hostile vulnerable turning in place waving its fists- scared, alone, angry, disappointed, incomplete, confused!
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I would like to translate this poem
A profound and lovely poem. A good write