When you grow up
you discover that
you are doomed
on your own.
So you try to find
what will be your pride
what will save you
from snow.
Then you move ahead
this to implement
just to feel
plain sorrow
Cause the one you found
knocks you to the ground
says you are not
what she sought.
Sexuality sexuality
so much fear, so much pain.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey Chris that poem is soooooooooooo coooooooooooooooollllllllllllllllllllllll.