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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



"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein