I guess she'll write,
whatever,
she wants to write,
whether it be,
fear or tears,
or love or death,
mostly of a made up mind,
mostly fantasy minded behind,
who knows how her words will flow,
sometimes silently slow,
what her other self will show,
I guess it all depends,
on how her mind flows.
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I would like to translate this poem