Im a porcelain doll once more he sweeped me behind the door. My head is cracked and hurts the least my heart is broken and hurts the most. He acts like normal but i know hes gone and so am I, im once more the porcelain doll behind the door.
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I would like to translate this poem
sweeped behind the door, crack and hurts, So meaningful. Great write