sometimes you're scared and no one knows why, sometimes it hurts though there's no obvious cause, sometimes you stumble, you lose your grip and take a tumble, you search and cry out but no one hears you shout. You're yelling in an empty room, silence echoes back like in an abandoned tomb. Sometimes you can't sleep but you're very tired, there's no finding your place in a sea of worry, maybe you can get out if you can hurry.
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I would like to translate this poem
Like it. Great poem.