I look into these hands,
I look into the mirror studying my plans.
How or when did I become so weak?
Where is the meat?
Please don't take me.
My life is not what you see.
I live for another.
I am a caregiver.
If you take me,
You'll be taking others so please see.
I am begging at your mercy.
Have a little on me.
For these days I wake up feeling like vomiting.
After dinner suffocating.
I cannot understand why I am suffering.
Do I really deserve this feeling?
So have sympathy,
On my tears that cry for you lovingly.
Without you I am nothing,
I beg of you- grant me my everything.
Here are my prayer nooks.
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I would like to translate this poem
How or when did I become so weak? Where is the meat? all hidden beneath use it and gain STRENGTH if u will enjoy beating your drums may be the only solution in isolation...maintain 6 feet distance enjoy within and see what stress t relieves and kiss yourself in the mirror f you please AHHHHH you will be happy youngleee you be