In this life, I never dared to touch poetic lines, yet forced by Pi’s price, I am driven to compose.
Six years of infatuation fell with the price, all my helplessness poured into these verses.
I do not seek perfect rhythm or structure, only to express the bitterness and lingering resentment.
If not for such misery on the path of coins, why would a commoner write of sorrow?
I was once an ordinary man with little taste for ink, but six years of Pi’s crash have driven me mad.
So many hardships I wish to speak yet swallow, so many wounds too heavy for words.
These lines are rough, lacking in rhyme

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