why loving you is wrong
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Last published Fri, Aug 30, 2024
Hi everyone ππΎ I decided to rewrite my description mainly because I want it to mean something more than just me writing the stereotypical description for a book.
(BTW IN THE PROCESS OF ADDING MUSIC)
Why loving you is wrong is for everyone. Every man every woman every they and every them. Every religion Hindu, Christian, Muslim, and etc! every poem in this book is meant to touch every person who reads it differently to some it may be relatable to others it may just be an entertaining book to read it all depends on how you would like to view it. It is for those who struggle sometimes , those who struggle all the time, and even the rare people who don't suffer at all! Poetry is my escape it's gotten me through so much and I hope reading this book helps you just as much as it's helped me. So without further ado I hope you enjoy this book however you may like. Maybe you'll enjoy it happily, maybe you'll cry a little, maybe you'll even Invision it as a Disney movie. read it however you please maybe even skip through to find just the right poem for you or maybe it'll find you firstπ. Thank you all so much for those who read this book and honestly all I ask is that you share it you don't have to comment you don't even have to save it but someone you never thought was hurting may need a book like this more than ever okay seriously I'm done writing have funn enjoy and I hope I inspire a lot more young writersπ©·β¨
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