Writer, poet and wanderer. Everything amateur. 
I believe that every human who takes birth on this planet, or any other for that matter, is borrowing a lot of hings. Air, land, food, everything is borrowed. You die and you still have a debt to repay. Few people give the world art, few create theories, few give literature and a few just make the world a better place to live in. I think everybody has a task they got to do before ending their lives. I've found mine, what's yours?
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