MY short songs

MY short songs

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this book I'm writing is songs ive come up with or requested to write through small ideas and anyone can give me a request they are all rock songs and ill have contests to see who ill dedicate a song to and if you win ill need you to to send your name irl or wattpad names thanks for every thing oh and you have to tell me either sad depressing songs or fast happy loud and if you make music on YouTube or through mixers say my name in it and send a link in my kik account THISDUDE__ISAWESOME thanks
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