Pop Girl: Poems & Sweet Scribbles
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Ongoing13m
Last published Sat, Nov 14, 2020
Hello! I made this book way back in 8th grade, and most of the work is from there. I've decided to come back, revisit and also revamp the book a bit. All the poems are my original work and I would prefer if you don't share, or post it please unless you give me credit and provide a link to the original copy(this book :D). I really hope people like my cringy writing still, and that you leave a comment of support, advice or even criticism.
Please enjoy reading what I have to offer with this book.
Also any photos used that aren't taken by me have all rights reserved to the creator.
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