The Williams' Tragedy
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Last published Sat, May 5, 2018
This is the story of Alexander Williams.
» Full rights of this story's creation belongs to my dear friend. They couldn't finish it, so they asked me to. More will be explained in the first part. «
[ Some songs are written and produced by Melanie Martinez. However, those songs will be written and produced by Alexander for the storyline. ]
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