Song Shots
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Mar 29, 2014
This is just me writing little snippets that may one day become part of a story or inspire a plot line. for now, however, they're just little pieces that I though of whilst listening to different songs. I borrowed this idea from my friend, Ashley, a.k.a Ashbleeebaby. go look her up. she's an amazingly wonderful writer. P.S. I forgot to ask Ashley if I could use this idea. hopefully, I'll remember to ask soon.
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