TIMES WHEN YOU MADE ME CRY AND ALMOST MADE ME DIE. MOMENTS WHEN I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH BUT WAS BLINDED BY MY YOUTH. YEARS THAT SHOULD HAVE HIT AS THEY ARE GONE INSTEAD SEEMED TO SAY JUST WAIT TILL DAWN. THE TIMES THE PHONE NEVER RANG ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE THE ONES THAT MY BRAIN CONTAINS. THE FIGHTS OVER MY PAIN AND THE TEARS OVER YOUR GAME, I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE LEARNED AND I GUESS THAT I WILL SEE WHO I AM IN THE END OF THIS GAME THAT THEY KEEP PLAYING.
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I would like to translate this poem