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Ongoing, First published Jul 19, 2022
Hello! I'm Ocean Rose, an 19 year old closeted gay poly trans male living in a small town with a homophobic family. Now, if that sounds confusing or offends you, this book probably won't be right for you. If you aren't immediately offended, welcome to my book all about what its like being me and my journey for the next few years, in "poetic" story form.
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