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Book Of Thoughts

DepressingLife_

Reads 2,314
Votes 85
Parts 105
Time 54m

Reads 2,314
Votes 85
Parts 105
Time 54m

DepressingLife_

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This book is all about my thought. Feelings. Things I think about, consider, and battle with. This contains all of my personal struggles, my personal demons that I fight on a day to day basis. I hope you enjoy it! Well, what are we waiting for? Let's travel.....through my mind...
~Smokey

Highest Rank: #206 in Non-FictionAll Rights Reserved

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