el corazón

It is too complicated,
The more I try to dwell on it the more confuse I became,
Nor do I have the courage to probe it further,
It is too confusing,
The more I tried to brush it off the more I think about it,
Nor do I have the strengths to face it,
It is too tiring,
The more I think about it the more restless I became lately,
Nor do I have the guts to question it,
It is too not-me-myself,
This damage is beyond repairable,
To the extent that I doubt my heart will be the same as before.

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