The Dirt Beneath the Diamonds (A Blog)
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement sept. 01, 2016
This is not meant to offend or insult anyone in any way at all. This is kind of like a wattpad blog, with each entry taking about a different issue I think should be highlighted, ranging from big issues such as materialism to sexism and racism, as well as smaller issues such as school uniform (which I personally stand in favour of) and what a pain perfectionism can be. The entries in this work will have different formats - ranging from blog entries to short stories depending on what feels like the most natural way to discuss the issue. I will try and update as often as I can and all the issues mentioned here as well as many more will be discussed soon. Message me with ideas if there are things you want discussed and I'll try my best to deliver my perspective on them. This is a free opinion place. Enjoy!
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