This one from her dad, when he left the world
Just at the thought her fingers curl
This one from her mom, for hitting her hard
That last time was the last card
This one from Karl, for betraying the word “love”
He treated her feelings with the evil most shove
This one from Andrew, when he changed his mind
With smoking and drugs, never again to be kind
This one from Dusty, for lies that he told
His thoughts self centered, his heart so cold
These are her fingers, she looks down from the stars
Tracing and remembering, every one of her scars
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I would like to translate this poem