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Inspire

I am a writer. A pen-born pathogen whose purpose is to infect and inspire. A teacher who might light their fires or bring them up from where they're mired, before too much damage is done. The disease of apathy is running rampant; a lack of care, tons of resentment. Their education? 'Tis seemingly turgescent. They've survived by only a hair. Unfairly they've been told to do or die- fit the mold. But, I won't lie when I say neither they, nor I, are sold.
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Mar 26, 2024
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