Letters To Life
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Apr 17, 2017
The world is full of people, yet we are all only concerned with our own well beeing. All around you, there are people that feel miserable, yet they put a smile on their faces to tell the world they are alright. The world is also full of labels, and things that cannot be explained, and to those people, labels and things I write letters. Welcome to Letters To Life.
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