its like

poetry

writing crap and
getting kudos
spur of the moment
inspiration-free words
inspiring others
and then

hours and hours
broken hearts and tears
poured into a single story
five pages of your one true
opus
and hearing
23 “i dont get it”s
and only 1
“holy crap this was the most
brilliant thing i’ve ever read”

which would have been enough
if you had been an editor
instead of a mere classmate

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