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Lost in Translation

Lost in translation

That defines these conversations.

They’re hopeless

A dead end and problematic to no end.

So I created a new language

One that made more sense to me

Than the years of guilt and animosity .

I just feel bored when they talk.

In their foreign tongue

When they argue

I slip away to another world.

I don’t need to be reminded who I am in your eyes.

I’m still me

And I know exactly where my heart lies.

-E

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