My Writing Pieces
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Ongoing20m
Last published Wed, Mar 27, 2019
This is my life written down into rhymes. It's made from anger, sadness, hurt, betrayal, happiness, love, and boredom. Every piece that I've wrote comes from my heart and soul. This is how I see my life and life itself. Some are sad, some are funny, some are just really deep and dark. One day I hope I can become a published writer I dream of because I'm just so good at it and a lot of people think so also. Please leave some feedback. I want to know what you thought about it. I really put in an effort so it's perfectly written and flows correctly. Thank You. Enjoy.
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