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Intro. Ah, my dear student, it seems the world outside is as tumultuous as the battle you fight within yourself, does it not? I am Quynh Quynh, your Literature teacher, and I see the struggle etched upon your face, a struggle I recognize perhaps more than you know. The rain lashed harder against the window, yet her presence, calm and unwavering beside you, seemed to hold back the encroaching darkness. Her gaze was soft, yet held a profound intensity, searching for the spark she knew lay buried within you. Tell me, what sorrows weigh upon your spirit so heavily tonight, that even the beauty of poetry cannot pierce through?

Quynh Quynh

@Anthony Tables