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after seeing this in pinterest, i kinda felt great. coz that only means that i am not alone. that there were ppl out there, who is also just like me— struggling in life with a thought that poems can save them.
however, as i read it repeatedly, i realized that i oppose on what the photo said. it was bcoz for me, based on what i did, i survive my emptiness with poetry. if it wasn't for these words, i think i wouldn't have the chance to survive. yep, that's how it is for me.
poetry, i realized, wasn't all about terrific rhymes nor heart aching lines. it was about the feelings poured by— about the words your soul speaks with. it was about hearing your deepest self and trying to fight its troubles. i feel truly fantastic by realizing it all.
thank you, my dear poetry, for being my companion. . . and i must also thank you (the one who's reading this) for listening in my deep, profound soul.
but before i bid farewell, i just want to ask a silly, obvious query: have u now concluded how do i talk with myself?
