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Young Writers Society


Sam

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About Sam

「駄作ーworthless piece of art」

As I hide behind these books I read/ while scribbling my poetry/ like art could save a wretch like me/ with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me. - Bright Eyes



Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
— Unknown