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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



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights