Roses To The Audience
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Ongoing9m
Last published Mon, Jan 14, 2019
What is life if not the people we share it with? What is living if not the experiences with them?
Like anyone, I have been under the influence of other people as long as I have been alive. What this book will be centered around is unspoken thoughts to those who may never hear it. Many of these may be centered around apologies I never had time to properly give, or praise that never left my lips.
for a more detailed description, the concept hidden within these chapters is described in the very first one. I wish you the best as you learn about those that have danced along with me.
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