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    The Unedits: The Abstract Pieces
    The Unedits: The Abstract Pieces
    The Unedits: The Abstract Pieces
    Audiobook57 minutes

    The Unedits: The Abstract Pieces

    Written by Jaired Blaine

    Narrated by Jaired Blaine

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    About this audiobook

    Writing is an escape for me. It helped me cope with my emotions and events in my life. Everything I have written has helped me get through tough, emotional times. Through the years I have become a more open person, but I still find it hard to express myself to others. Writing is the most important part of my life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Ewings Publishing
    Release dateSep 28, 2022
    ISBN9798822662582
    The Unedits: The Abstract Pieces

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