Smudging dirt over what hurts most
Disguising it as stale memory
Aged brown, instead of fresh red
Keeping your eyes closed
Blinding yourself from your enemies
Forcing yourself past the day your heart endlessly bled
Crushed roses smeared across the wall imitating your smile
But all you can see is sorrow folding over and over
Hacking at the happiness you once felt
It hasn’t dug at your insides for a while
But the pain is never over
And you never fell
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I would like to translate this poem