This piece was written to mimic the mind of an anxious student in a creative field of study. Each line in the first half of the poem ads a syllable, the inhale, the anxiety rising. Each line in the second half subtracts a syllable, the exhale, the realization that everything will be okay. It is something I feel that most students in artistic fields experience at some point, the approach of a deadline accompanied by the absence of an idea
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