I don't breathe.
I gasp for it.
I don't eat.
I swallow it.
I don't sleep.
I shut my eyes to dream.
I can't hate.
I keep forgiving and forgetting.
I don't hate pain.
I live in it.
I won't draw my life.
I will paint it.
And in the end,
I won't just die.
I will disappear into mist.
I loved your poem. May be 'cause I found it to be quite relevant to what I reckon! ! I LOVED IT.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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