Bitter, used, twisted and abused
I tried to fight it
It was no use
The icy stain of disease hit true
Like and uncontrolled fire it spread
Forever marking, Forever damning
Leaving charred remnants of what I used to be
And a desolate soul for all to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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