Broken Wings (Poetry). completed
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Complete, First published Feb 05, 2019
Hiiiiiiii♥️it's ya girl Penny,back with something a little personal this time😭♥️

This book addresses all kinds of different issues and struggles that I've had to deal with,also some love to my favorite artists. I just hope y'all like it♥️☺️

a/n---I used to do this thing where I wrote all of the first letters in every word capitalized🤦🏾‍♀️😭(annoying right?) there's a lot of it in the book and I'm sorry about that🤦🏾‍♀️. It's gonna stay like that though,because I like authenticity and that's how these poems/story's were originally written by me .

Also,these poems are in no particular order so it might seem kinda weird,but I'm kinda weird so...😭

-Enjoy the book!-




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