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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



These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah