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I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression
and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done; I
see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate; I see the wife misused by
her husband--I see the treacherous seducer of young women; I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted
to be hid--I see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and prisoners; I
observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest; I
observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like; All
these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.
I sit and Look Out By: Walt Whitman
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Art Is Life
I am an art student at LVA
I am a lover of poetry, fine arts, classics, etc.
Addicted to Coffee and Romance
I Strive for Class
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Be Kind For Cody : R i P
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