The world used to be so warm, so comforting.
And then it happened.
I was lost in the wide world, a sea of incoming thoughts.
I found myself confiding in my only self.
And my teardrops were my only consolation.
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I would like to translate this poem
short write yet telling a lot of the agony inside...good introspective piece, Aly...10