1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
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Hi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand with me, and learn of the things and ones I know, love, trust, and believe in. I will not force you to believe me, but enjoy the words I leave for you. This is me accepting myself.
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