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This is Me
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mai 12, 2020
Hello everyone hope all of you are doing well before I tell you about my writing I want to introduce myself my name is yared and am an amateur song writer well you see what I wrote here isn't a fiction,a novel or a poem its just a collection of song lyrics, lyrics that I wrote regarding many things and As I said before am not a professional song writer so I hope the people that read this understands and the reason why am sharing it here is because to get a new experience and with the help from you I might have a chance of becoming a good song writer so feel free to send me your feedbacks cause that really helps me to improve my writing skill.
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