Having someone to love, it’s incredible, but not being able to feel them, hold their hand, to have them stand next to you...It doesn't feel like love even though you know you love them...it feels like torture; ripping you apart morsel from morsel. The worst part of it is not being able to do ANYTHING about it, when you see other people around you holding hands, kissing, being in love...it hurts worse, this time it feels like you are being trampled by elephants over and over, not being able to get away and not being able to die...just to end it all. Something is keeping you alive, you don’t know what, but something is...it’s so tiny that you can’t even see it...so tiny that you barely even know it is there, but it is. Sometimes you wish it weren't there but that thing...you need that thing, you imagine life without it and it hurts worse
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I would like to translate this poem
It is so important to love who you are. Love is just not romance, its about loving life and others too. So important to find who you are. Love will come