I'm scared
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Ongoing13m
Last published Mon, Jun 11, 2018
As a writer you have to have something that pushed you to start writing, for me it's a get away from my depression and my anxiety. But it also helps cope with things I'm scared of. This is kind of like a rant book but it's more whats going on in my life and some of my inner thoughts. This is totally optional to read but if you want to learn more about me and who I am then feel free to read my most inner and secretive thoughts.
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