thoughts are nimble
they slip into your head
when you dont want them
they present themselves
when you cant bear to see them
just to hurt you
not wanting to forget
not being able to remember
trying to find that center
always hurting
a never ending world
of pain and misery
forever drowning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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