♥ The PeepsKeep Music Box ♥
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Here lies the box that contains songs and poems that I've written or will write. Along with it comes the story that goes with the song.
I hope you enjoy reading these, because each has it's own story, repeated or not.
I planned on publishing these and making actual songs out of them, so please don't use without permission. Thank you. c:
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