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i wish to be a writer i truly do but as money is the end to all means and art is absent in the minds of men i shall succumb to the streets of washington a slave to the dutiful dreams of others no longer embraced by the wonder of my own words
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
i wish
i wish to be a writer i truly do but as money is the end to all means and art is absent in the minds of men i shall succumb to the streets of washington a slave to the dutiful dreams of others no longer embraced by the wonder of my own words
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
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