(Un)True [POETRY]
December 22, 2024
I was never one for perfection. The swoops of my penmanship never had to lay in synchronicity. They were made
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I was never one for perfection. The swoops of my penmanship never had to lay in synchronicity. They were made
Through the lens of a decade, I’ve watched the education system mold and morph before my eyes. / Those two
