On Wednesday of last week, I was introduced to a poem called "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson. When my teacher first read it to us, I thought that it would be a nice one where it had a happy ending, since it described Richard Cory as a perfect man. But once it got to the last line of the poem it had a twist to it. It went from happy to sad in just a flash.
Another thing that came up in mind was, that people who maybe read the poem or not would have related to it (maybe not physically but emotionally/mentally). Basically we build this person we what to be or what we want others to see. Which can end up in lies, and it can be exhausting to the point where you can't take it no more. Well these are my thoughts on the poem.

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