I wish I had someone to talk to
To tell all the things I've felt
A safe haven where worries are lost
And the real world is just pretend
Where I don't have to worry about being judged
No enemies
No haters
No rumors
Nor foes
Where a new book shall open
And the old one close
There is only one place, to me, like this
With a paper and a pen
My haven exists
-Hana H. Barakat
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