The younger me used to smile and laugh without any pretension. I believed that the world was wonderful and beyond beautiful. I lived a life that somehow its beauty can be transpired as a dream, but slowly turned into a tragic reality when I started seeing violence in front my eyes. My belief, my safe haven, and my home slowly shattered though I didn’t even know why. My beautiful dreamy life slowly turned into a nightmare and I’ll keep wondering why.

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