A Teenagers Tear,
On Her Pillowcase,
Will Be Forgotten.
It'll Be Pushed Aside With Everything Else,
Like Princess Dresses,
And Nightmares.
She Won't Remember Every Reason She Cries,
She Won't Remember The Pain.
She Won't Remember The Sensations She Had,
She Probably Won't Even Remember Their Names.
Cross Out Her Heart,
Along With Her Thoughts,
And In The End,
She'll Be Ok.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very cool- ♥ ~Brooke