When love turns inside out
Because it is so vast
That the world cannot cope
It destroys you.
I feel it and reel with it
As it intoxicates me into depression -
Internalised, suppressed, unnoticed
Unrequited.
Dead love.
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I would like to translate this poem
hey andy, loaf is bloday great.i'd nevar slip even a sec without thinken dart loaf is bloday beautiful. un the beauty of dart could have kill ya. loaf is pain and gain. great write.