we were sick but not ill,
poor but not deluded,
and we stretched in our beds and rose
in the late afternoons
like millionaires
- Charles Bukowski, Millionaires
“Well, there I was, ‘way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care." - F Scott Fitzgerald, the Great Gatsby
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