my classmate's poem

my classmate's poem

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I saw this piece of paper on our classroom. I told my classmates if they could ask Harriet if she wrote this. She said yes. Harriet Ann F. Agustin is her name. She's my best friend since grade 5. But not anymore. I hope we can be Friends again, BRUU. :)
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(I wrote this when I was thirteen so read at your own risk since I had no idea where I was going.) Before everything got out of hand, confusing, exiting, heartbreaking and wild like a football match. Life was unbearable but this is how it started..... It was just ordinary day in school. My first day back now in my senior year before I head off to college. The last class was English one of my favourite subjects. Half way through the teacher left us to go to the office after a phone call had been dialled. I was tapped on the shoulder by a girl behind me with everyone staring at me with no expressions at all. She had a note in her hand folded up perfectly to be origami. I took the note and unfolded it leaving the flawless fold even. I read the note in my head as I let it fall out of my hands, hitting the desk in complete silent. "Frances May, I like you."

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