Jai's Raw Emotions
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- Chapitres 4
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Dernière publication sam., nov. 3, 2018
Giving it to you guys raw and real, I'm not holding anything back.
These are my poems and songs I've written since I was 16 and I am still writing.
I'm making this book to learn from my last experience and express my emotions with you guys because it's a coping mechanism.
Growing up I was afraid to speak, I was always the quiet kid.
Now, at the age of 20 years old. I am no longer afraid to speak so I speak whenever I can.
No my name isn't jai but that's the name I use on here and I will continue to use.
Welcome to how I feel... raw and uncut.
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