THE REASON...

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All happens for a reason, the last straw someone can hold on for. Its the came out from continuous events that happened. Its the most logical thing that no body can explain its logic. Reason is just something our brains made up to protect us from our horrible decisions and the unsatisfactory results at the end of something we did. But sometime the reason for why we did something might be more fuck up cause we did it for no reason. 

Somewhere around night time, one person was thinking of reasons to not do something....something that will free that person from decades of  tormentions and emotional disorders they been receiving non-stop. It might be the freedom they want....they need but they chose to not to. That person named was ALGEA.

Algea was a now 36 old lady who every single minutes try find every single reasons to not do what she will set her free. She been  contemplating her reasons when she saw her little girl. Her baby, her everything, her reason to live. She was the reason Algea found a  meaning in her life. But deep down, she knew she needs to end this for all and to not ruin somebody else worthy living life. 

She knew it all along, she knew what she has created, what she has birthed. She knew her precious baby might or will be definitely be the reason for the disaster that will happen sooner or later. It was meant to happen with or without her presences. Everyone who knew, told her ,warned  her, but all she could thought was, she could controlled it but the determination she had soon turned into fear, the most sickening thing she have done.

She tried to chained her, to hid her from the world, to make the horrible choices she made in her past disappear from existence. But what she feared is happening. She is becoming more and more powerful, more stronger. Day by day Algea  was trying to find reasons to still keep going but the more she's trying, the more she's finding the reasons to not to......    

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