Who I Really Am
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Sereneva has a dream that she can never forget....
Her real her,appeared to her dream...She felt dizzy and nervous.She asked confusedly,"Wait?Where am I?Who are you??"...."How did you forget who you are??"Her true/inner self asked her sadly and refusingly ..
"U-oh,I gotta go...Umalis na ako.."Pakiusap ni Sereneva.At hinawakan sya nito..At sumigaw Ang kalooban nya,"ILANG BESES KO NA BA LUMABAN PARA SAYO?!NALIMUTAN MO NA KUNG SINO KA?!HUMABOL KA SA MGA TAONG TUMALIKOD SAYO?!"
Gumising sya at napahawak sa kanyang puso...Humabol sya mga taong tinalikuran sya at nawala na sya sa sarili nya..
"Who I Really Am..."
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