Book of Ness
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Last published Thu, Apr 22, 2021
This is a vent book where I write down vents and how I feel mostly and things I have experience.
This is also where I write down all my thoughts, dreams and imagination.
So I decided, I make a book of my thoughts, vents, rants, my emotions, my imagination in this book.
My name is Ness, I'm a teenager and I go by he/they.
The cover is just a blurry photo of me.
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