now i wnt to tell you about my home. there a place where nothing same,and in this place there's so many moment,i can't tell you all,because i don't wanna do,. most of the memory can't replace again,and it only be thorn,and now,blood had gush,deep in my heart. some time i loook like psychotic,silent in my place,remember all memory that had been recorded in my mind. i want it burn,but every i try,it be so strong,and make me weak. this condition were very embarrassing,when i look back,i see my blood treading in the street,just like snails were walking. many ways to leave it,but no one from the way that can help me. it still feels sick,because i can't out from this shadow. every day it gnaw my mind and my life. i lost my freedom. just like a little wax,waiting for the wind that can make me extinguished.
M.Firdaus(7311040028)
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