If you come, all my memories refresh,
Even consider myself the most blessed
If you stay, I can't think of anything else,
No regret, no threat, no stress
The horror of the present is choking me to death,
Down in depth you are giving me strength
Yes I am sensitive but for you,
Cause you make me grow
If you ever give me your hand, I will grab your arm,
And pretend to make myself calm
Overwhelmed by my emotions,
Slow down and I will explode
Don't want to regret it, but I have my hopes so high,
Don't want to hear goodbye, don't need to cry
~Hafsa Fatima
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PoetryThe only thing that keeps her alive and lets her grow is her friends. May know she is hoping too much, but wants to survive.
