Wheather i type about my life or my dreams.
i am getting somewhere
Weather you look me up or not.
I am who i am, please don't change me
Weather i type about my hardships, don't forget me.
or or weather i close my eyes and open them
and i am still here.
My body's not, i went to heaven.
Weather this don't make sense it made sense to me
Because i am the one who's living to write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem