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Still here
The clock ticks, and I sit, it’s 1 AM,
A silent treatment to the passing time.
Tomorrow, something I cannot touch.
Where will I be? Who will I become?
The question haunts me but calms me
Like quiet waves.
Yet I remain here,
In this cold chair, at this cluttered desk,
Staring at the pages.
The same as yesterday.
The world outside spins,
And yet I’m here,
Bound to the routine I know is hard.
But I remain full of hope
That pushes me forward, a false promise.
I study words, equations, dates,
As if they hold the key to my future.
But deep inside, I know
No chapter, no test,
At the end of the day,
I’ll still be here with nothing.
Tomorrow is a question,
A riddle I will never solve.
Yet I crave to solve it.
Now it’s 2 AM.
One hour has passed.
I am still here.
Still I wait with hope,
Though I know it’s useless.
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Rahma Dar
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