A blank page,
A reflection of my memories
For the good ones are lost,
Only to be rediscovered on this white, ruled canvas.
My days are ridged again.
A fear that my entity will collapse into time.
My goals are set, my path is paved.
My refusal to accept my potential.
My name is Rabia.
And I am on the brink of being lost.

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