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The birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and kids are running and merry-making as if they have no care about this world. While I'm still living in the past. I want to overcome it, I want to start a new life, and I want to have a happy family with whom I can share my happiness and burden. But why did God give me such a stupid brain? Why I'm like this? Someone, please help me. Please take me out of this hell. I want to live, I want to live ......he said those words while crying and screaming.."I'm not psycho". Anyone, please tell me, "I'm not a psycho". I don't want to go to a mental hospital. I want to live a normal life. he started crying again.........30 minutes later the police entered the house and took away him...he was sent to the mental hospital.......
Bombom, an 18 years boy who falls in love with a foreigner....when he(Bombom) was living in the USA....let's see in the story what happened to Bombom that caused him such a mental breakdown....and who was the foreigner......read the story to discover the truth.....
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