sometimes i sit in my room and listen to aikido! over and over

there are always those songs,
that you listen to when you’re sad,
because they sum up how you feel entirely

it feels like they wrote it for you,
about your existence

“but that’s silly,” you may think,
“this artist has never known me”

while that may be true,
that doesn’t mean they aren’t familiar with your struggles,
because they have feelings too

so you sit in solidarity,
with a person you’ve never really met,
and share their feelings

This poem is about: 
Me

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