Is the blood that i have scratched out of my skin,
the blood is the stuff that comes out of my nails
from biting them so much for being nervous,
when you come online,
for the times were i talked
to you but its not you,
its a guy i don't recognize but its your face
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I would like to translate this poem
wow..that is a thriller indeed..liked the expressions..nice one.. best wishes shan