Mae Effugium
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, Feb 17, 2019
This is mae euffugium, writing my own short stories with twists, poems and just writing all what I feel here. I'm not quite sure when's the due date to update but hey I'm human too I ain't no robot.
But whenever I'm inspired, I write it all in here.
As if someone would actually...care but eh cest la vie
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