because time passed/
the many days that i have not been talking to you rushed/
So you crawled your knees foward/&
thats where i went dear God/
but you opened my wound/
if i have to tolerate your Sorries id be doomed/
hate eats the hater, so 4give 70*7 thats how i was groomed but/
this was a dream, u are not sorry/
and that gives your ego glory/
it pains me everytime
i tell this story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem