Poetry saved my life, I had sunken to the bottom of a sea bed, Weighed down by my strife. All the other fish swam past me. Some didn't notice, Some didn't care, To carry out a good deed. But poetry did. And it pulled me up. Back then, I used to hate water, But poetry taught me how to swim. It taught me how to use my fins. And hour by hour. day by day. I felt life getting a bit better. Poetry's job isn't over yet there are plenty of fish in the sea. Highest: #8 in rising #62 in Poetry 1st in Phoenix Wars Poetry - if you ever need anyone to talk to, p.m me any time Im a good listener :)
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