Album 1: "The Emotional Monster"
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Complete, First published Apr 18, 2020
This story holds albums constructed by me. I'm currently finalizing all my poems in my story book, and publishing them here. I'm willing to publish all of them one day. 
I have been through a lot of heartbreak in my life. At only 14, I've erected well over 50 poems in only in interlude of only 2 months. From Mid- October to the last day of 2019. This time I was rejected. I was cheated on and dumped in middle school. I have 3 "Albums" of poetry so far. The first one I'm going to publish is called "The Emotional Monster". 
Album number 2 is "One day but not today", and the third one is "I promise there's someone who loves you, like me."
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