there is a small street on the edge right in front of the school office for high school, 1 year and some in blue uniforms and white children often gather in that place, where they always share their stories, jokes, and laughter to relieve tired of their life, in which gross win it in the eyes of men, but the place was already a second home for them and leave the memories of memories that can not be forgotten. in place that saved thousands of stories, jokes, laughter, and writing graffiti that still sign up now.
in the same place I was and they learn to share, cooperate with each other, and each mejaga one another. it makes me and they understand the true meaning of struggle, the true meaning of kabahagiaan, sense of togetherness, the true meaning of solidarity and true meaning of friendship that may ga I found elsewhere.
place and they made me forget all the differences that exist between us, to forget all the pain in the chest, forget all our mental mebuat down, forget all our mistakes, forget all burdens in the brain and liver. place and they made me realize that our own weapons, that we can'm do everything together, that we ga'll never walk alone, that we are the perfect weapon, but we can make it more perfect if we are together.
until now they still often gather in that place, but no longer every day, no longer wearing the same uniform, and no longer as full and busy as ever. but even as attendance, there are some new faces that have colored the place. every day they always come together again Friday at their place with a gray shirt and white. and I'm proud to be one of them, they inspire me and one of the best in my life.
in the same place I was and they learn to share, cooperate with each other, and each mejaga one another. it makes me and they understand the true meaning of struggle, the true meaning of kabahagiaan, sense of togetherness, the true meaning of solidarity and true meaning of friendship that may ga I found elsewhere.
place and they made me forget all the differences that exist between us, to forget all the pain in the chest, forget all our mental mebuat down, forget all our mistakes, forget all burdens in the brain and liver. place and they made me realize that our own weapons, that we can'm do everything together, that we ga'll never walk alone, that we are the perfect weapon, but we can make it more perfect if we are together.
until now they still often gather in that place, but no longer every day, no longer wearing the same uniform, and no longer as full and busy as ever. but even as attendance, there are some new faces that have colored the place. every day they always come together again Friday at their place with a gray shirt and white. and I'm proud to be one of them, they inspire me and one of the best in my life.
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