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"It's huge!" the kids screamed.The tour guide really didn't know what to do. The bus was in complete chaos as the children moved to the bus' right sid..
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The journey is never easy, I thought to myself.Freezing air presses on my exposed skin. My leatherskin pant hardens in the cold moisture.The wind howl..
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A good type of bad influence.
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A short story on the meaning of being a Filipino
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Story from my life
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In my despair, As I weep and kneel,Broken in heart, and my faith sealed,when skies are gray, and I lose control,all is well, all is well within my sou..
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All I see around me are people succeeding, people achieving, people striving, people moving.People working and people living,people rich, with too muc..
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Camille struggles to become a hero, in a world full of heroes.
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Sleep, my dear sister, the moon says goodnight,I'll see you again by the morning's first light,When the rays of the sun turn the fog into dew, We'll w..
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The lone man's lullaby
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