Columbia University hides behind the pretense of giving a voice to the voiceless. Yet, while all you students cram for finals, screaming in front of Butler and snapchatting your late-night coffee runs, I lie lonely in your bag waiting for my inevitable death. Yes, I am simply an empty pod to you. An accessory; a […]
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