Yes its true. Another year, and no recognition from the great Tom Wark. This week I waited for some news, but it never came. Such elision weighs heavy on my heart. I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better I can not tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me. Why Tom? Why?
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