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Idle youth, enslaved to everything by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Arthur Rimbaud

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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
Arms Trader
Explorer
Poet
World Traveler
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
Wasted
Idle
Sensitive
Youth
Everything
Time
Life
Enslaved

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