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Every night, I think of you Every day, I want to see you Every minute, I want to hug you.
Every second, I want to kiss you.
And every time, I love you
And it will never end.
Narrative :First year in high school
in my first year of high school, on the first day of school, I quickly woke up from my bed to get ready to go. I was very happy and excited because I was entering high school. When I arrived at the school, I was delighted and immediately looked for my classroom. I saw someone I knew before, a neighbor, and we walked together towards our classroom. Little did we know that we would become classmates. I entered the classroom with my friend. I was very nervous because I didn’t know them very well; they were new faces from a different barangay (neighborhood). Unlike in elementary school, where their faces were familiar, I was also afraid of the teacher, thinking they might be strict, but when I sat down, they turned out to be kind. Days and months passed, and we were very happy in our class. We ate together and played games outside like takyan, badminton, and other games. We also performed a festival dance in our Mapeh (Music, Arts, Physical Education, and Health) subject, and we were the f...
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