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Cogitationes

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Cogitationes - the Latin word for 
"thoughts"

Hi, I'm Rex and I'm a queer teen (? not rlly for now hehe)
I'm 12 years of age (turning 13) and I'm publishing this just to share my thoughts as a teenager, about life may be love, society, social lifes etc.
+ Poems

It's a mix of tagalog, english or taglish or conyo :D hahahaTodos los derechos reservados

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