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  • Ang Thats MY TOMBOY ng Buhay Ko by annamae137
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    They say every Love Story is different - It's Ironic. That every Story has its own uniqueness, has its own beginning, climax and ending... --------- Did you ever fall in love with someone who's gender is the same as you? -------- Sometimes Love is Playful that even at the same gender, You fall in love. This is a story about A girl and A Boy at heart... Will this love story ends as a happily ever after? Or will soon over after...
  • Destined To Be With You by limamuj134
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    Anong gagawin mo kung nakatali ang buhay mo sa kaaway mo? Anong magagawa mo? Will you do it or will you let it go? Nasayo lagi ang desesyon. But for this girl pinili niya ang "DO IT". Bakit? Well, alamin natin yan.
  • Love Poets by GiecelDulce
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    Teen Poem
  • My Perfect Wife by kathQt21
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    She has everything rich kind Goddesses Beautiful intelligence run's in her blood undeniably a heiress makulit matangkad Sexy then till I met her, I didn't stop reaching and pursuing to catch and win her heart then after those many challenges comes our lives.. Now.. I have her, I'm worth it I deserve her she's my perfect Wife♥️✨
  • Just A Fake Relationship by kurtmel
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  • My Brightest Moon  by BRIMOFAR
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    I, Crestell Vier Foronda-student novelist, desires to be a prominent Photojournalist. I felt no excitement when I was introduced in this World; where, you were tasked to search for a cruciality and purposes of your life. I was delivered without my consent, I was produced and forced to be a researcher of a journey I never asked to have. Prevailance from my hindrances doesn't signifies freedom; shrinkage of my warfares lightens the bruises, scars was marked on soft textured skin and penetrates towards my heart. It seems like running away from unawareness ;trying not to look to blinding light-light that depicts reality-light that makes us fool, even though it provides assurance. Everything was crazy, until I met someone who smashed this bulb for me; it's completely different. Cold breeze held my warmth, therapeutic silence made me embrace these uncertainties. Unfortunately, when he smashed it-he left me. Alone in the darkness. Alone where we built dreams together.