Helpless

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When you remember the old times,
and you cry at nights…

When you miss your school days,
those laughs n those fights…

First thing that hits you in mind,
Is that you will turn back time…

Just live those moments again,
and everything will be fine…

but the next thought that hits you,
is that everything is a mess…

You just cant make it happen again,
and you feel so HELPLESS

This poem was written/submitted by Namit Hans.

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