When a dog barks
We assume it's brave
When it bites
We assume it's fierce
But if it could speak
It'd say it's afraid
Like i am afraid
Of dying
Like i am afraid
of the dark
Like i am afraid
Of a broken heart
I've slept on an empty stomach
I've slept on a broken rib
I've slept on a cold floor
Yet these don't equal sleeping
With a broken heart
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I would like to translate this poem
'I've slept on an empty stomach I've slept on a broken rib I've slept on a cold floor Yet these don't equal sleeping With a broken heart' powerfully written, strangely sadly sometimes a broken rib heals faster