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wait i promise to start writing the book i’ve just been really busy idk when i will start, but i will

im currently cooking up a lin-manuel miranda book it’ll be so tuff

i need good story recommendations PLEASE

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There would've been nothing left to do
          For someone less astute
          He would've been dead and destitute
          Without a cent of restitution
          Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
          Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford
          Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
          Plannin' for the future, see him now as he stands on (oh)
          The bow of a ship headed for a new land
          In New York, you can be a new man In New York, you can be a new man (Just you wait)
          In New York, you can be a new man (Just you wait)
          In New York, you can be a new man
          In New York (New York)
          Just you wait
          Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)
          We are waiting in the wings for you (Waiting in the wings for you)
          You could never back down
          You never learned to take your time
          Oh, Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)
          America Sings for you
          Do they know what you overcame?
          Do they know you rewrote the game?
          The world will never be the same, oh
          The ship is in the harbor now
          See if you can spot him (Just you wait)
          Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (Just you wait)
          His enemies destroyed his rep, and America forgot him
          We fought with him
          Me, I died for him
          Me, I trusted him
          Me, I loved him
          And me, I'm the damn fool that shot him
          There are a million things I haven't done, but just you wait
          What's ya name, man?
          Alexander Hamilton!

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a 
          Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten 
          Spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor
          Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
          The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
          Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
          By being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter 
          By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
          And every day, while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away 
          Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
          Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of 
          The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
          Then a hurricane came, and devastation rained 
          Our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain 
          put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain
          And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
          Well, the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man."
          took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
          "Get your education, don't forget from whence you came. 
          And the world is gonna know your name. 
          What's your name, man?
          Alexander Hamilton.
          My name is Alexander Hamilton.
          And there are a million things I haven't done. 
          But just you wait, just you, wait.
          When he was ten, his father split
          Full of it, debt-ridden
          Two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden
          Half-dead, sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
          And Alex got better, but his mother went quickly
          Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
          Left him with nothin' but ruined pride
          Somethin' new inside
          A voice saying Alex, you gotta fend for yourself
          He started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf

gang lin is fine im not insane..

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