Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

Anne Sexton
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
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Poetry has been used as a way to help people make sense of their lives and cope with the challenges they face. Although poetry can be a wonderful thing, it can also be a dangerous thing. When poetry is used for the wrong reasons, it can lead people into depression and other bad things. When you use poetry as a way to overcome your problems, however, it can lead you to the greatest form of happiness and joy: self-actualization.

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