Poem Book
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, May 26, 2016
⤴️{The title says it all, amigos ^_^}⤴️
{NOT COMPLETED YET}
Hola, and welcome to my book of poems. Now that you're reading this description, you are probably wondering 'oh boy, I wonder what she wrote about this time..'
WELL MY FRIENDS, YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE, and if I'm wrong go back to reading that weird fanfiction you always fangirl/boy about, don't have time for haters.. (￣Д￣)ﾉ I'm just kidding.
Anywhooo, this isn't your average poem book your grandma would read and all that crap. No, in fact, most of these poems are inspired by my life.
*awkward silence* yeah I know, my life might seem boring, but it's not all about me, trust me guys. xD Some will be depressing, but don't get your tissues out yet, there will also be happy and just straight out random poems too. :P
I hope you all enjoy my poem book, and it'd be REALLY appreciated if you'd vote or comment...that is if you like them or not, I'm not the kind of person to put pressure on you guys..*cough*
Well now that this is the end of my long ass description, I'll see you guys again hopefully in another one of my upcoming books, adiós!
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