My days are numberd like pages in a book, Chapters and verses, Im not human, im a cursed kid, looking for an easy out or a deversion before the situation worstens, and people i love end up hurt again, life is a lie with an F in it and death is definite, thats most certain, so ima keep up this show till the day they dropp the curtain
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I would like to translate this poem
good way of expreesed i like it.