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...
While I look calm With a content expression And a happy demeanour, Like a duck simply sailing With a cheery little quack Beneath the water is where I panic Where my legs flail rapidly Trying to keep me afloat Though I keep a brave face No one should know just how Much I try to stay afloat
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