I bought this body when it was on sale,
Which explains why it is still so stale.
I adopted these organs when they were not yet complete,
Which explains why their energy and mine still cannot meet.
I first experienced a feeling only after it was given a label,
Which explains why I haven't yet felt stable.
I once defined my identity as a cummulation of body, organs and feeling,
Which explains why I am a human without any sense of being.
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I would like to translate this poem
human without any sense of beings, good write, thanks.