Pain Poem by Elysia Palmer
Pain
A tall statue of beauty. A man with tatered red wings and only covered by a ripped black cloth. His body sliced from head to toe. He is scard with everything that builds up behind everyone's shell. He usually attacks when he's least expected. He cons you into trusting him then turns and makes all your fears reality. Whether it be emotional or physical blood pours from the wounds that he can always see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:06:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow... this is deep, I wonder who its about...