Personal Journal
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Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2018
This journal isn't really meant to grab the attention of readers. It's more or less for me to rant about my life and express myself. At some point, if I continue to write and if anyone continues to read, you'll find out some deep hidden secrets that I don't really share or have only told a few people. But yeah, that's about it. 
P.S. Sorry for any grammatical errors, as it's not an actual story book so I'm not planning on going through and spell checking right now.
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