I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a na — Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a na — Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a na — Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a na — Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a na — Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
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I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!

— Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
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