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Sixteenth of May, Year 2015

My Father past away.

All things have been change, My heart is like a piece of paper that strip into pieces, like a pure Glassbead that breaks into small particles. I don't feel like moving. I feel so helpless, i don't even mind my mom crying in the side.

since that great dilemma, i don't feel like caring myself.

I DRINK

I SMOKE

I DO CLUBBING AT NIGHT AND DRUNK WHEN ARRIVED AT HOME.

ALSO MY GRADES GOT LOW.

I FEEL SO HELPLESS.

IM ALWAYS RESTLESS.

My name is Sinthi like as S as sun but my world is as dark as black. Like a rainy season,so blue as cold like an ice

I FEEL LIKE IM IN A BROKEN ROOM, VERY DARK,VERY SMALL AND I CANT MOVE.

That time, IM SURELY TRAPPED.

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