My Songs
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Last published Wed, Jan 3, 2018
A whole book with songs I made. They are appropriate for anyone, I think. They are a little sad. But NONE of them relate to my life. In fact some of them I wrote when I was little. So read on to see my ridiculousness!!
Ps. Plz don't mind my spelling or grammar. Note that my phone sometimes thinks I spelled something wrong but I didn't. So if you see spelling errors or think I typed in the wrong word. Well plz just say so! I won't get angry. Oh and the schedule on typing on this is irregular. It's just when ever I get a song I make up in my mind.
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