Sometimes mental tasks are so hard...
I'd rather run a hundred miles
Than go the rest of my life scarred.
Must be one of those many trials...
I got you out of my mind,
But you linger inside my head.
Awake, to you, I am blind.
Asleep, you're all I see instead.
You're crystallized in my memory,
I chip away for the truth.
Will you always be a gem to me,
Or an ordinary youth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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