If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
My elephant, My best friend who I confide in When my path my bumpy It's him who is my guide Though I wish he squished You when he tried I can try but my elephant will never Forget the day you lied
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