Where The Road Takes Me
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Ongoing51m
Last published Sat, Oct 1, 2022
Well, a certain girl broke up with me recently and the first song i made for this book is for her, but, idk if she'll read it, but that's not the point of my creation! and Hey! i'm John Gabriel L. Taniegra, you can find me on FB or Twitter and i like memes, music, some things about love and whatnot, and this book isn't for me, and its okay if you want to use these songs, but please ask permission if you wish to, this is a music book that i'll use to put my thoughts in because i've expressed myself through games for so long that i almost forgot what i'm truly passionate about
i know that we have to release our emotions and stress, and this is one of my first steps to improvement, actually releasing them but through songs because sometimes i can't say the words i want to say and end up thinking of them ._., and there's rare times where i make them as a song so i could get them out and sing them, then get emotional like a little baby :>>>
besides, we all have our roads that we should travel and lets not forget our roots from where we travel, because if you forget your location, why travel anyway? and besides, ain't life just a gigantic ass adventure that we get used to and live for? some people would end their journey so early and i don't like it because i've tried it a few times until i gave up on it and looked for things to get better, i found music and it found me, so, yeah! i'll post some random stuff too if i want to and please enjoy my schtuff because idk how to make a book much less a good story :)
(i can make dialogues but i'm dumb as hell)
Ps. I'll also put bible verses and motivations when i can so you wouldn't be so down in the dumps!
Edit: i lied about the love thing i barely know good things about it, am sowi
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