To paraphrase, I once heard my substitute poetry professor say that the artists with the richest work often have lived through big tragedies and immense grief.
I heard this one classmate go, “Man, I don’t know what that must be like.” Another classmate heard him too.
“Must be nice,” she sighed, and I couldn’t empathize more than I already did with the exasperation on her breath.
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