Put Pen to Paper
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- Votos 5
- Partes 2
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Última publicación lun, ago 22, 2016
WIP
I will up date as often as possible
Inspiration is a hard thing to find, but once it comes to you it's an amazing gift.
Short story based around depression
Depression isn't labeled as depression in this book
There is something that acts as depression
Depression stuff doesn't come in till like chapter 4 or 5 may be sooner not too sure as of yet
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