project scribere
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Ostatnia publikacja pon., maj 1, 2023
it's not a story, but it's not a poem either. I like to believe its writing more unique goes into depth of teen life and the vulnerability that one goes through. To show you're not alone and we may be all different, but we feel the same. With that I present you "project scribere".Hope you enjoy!
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