4/8/04
I’m small, always angry
With a stingy smile
They like me but I doubt
I’m a liar
But, I’m good, I’m nice
They loved to be with me
But, I’m alone.
I’m a dreamer
But my dreams just swallowing my brain
I’m my own diary
Who was prison by myself interest
Oh me…
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I would like to translate this poem