Two Years
Two years of developing the art of letting go
Two years of not breathing like normal people do
Two years of drowning in the ocean of melancholy
Two years of trying and pretending to be okay
As countless as the sands of the sea
and as deep as the ocean floor,
Are my pains and my despondency
Two years of not recognizing this torture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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