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My mind becomes blank everytime I remember that I might still meet with the object of my horryfying past everyday. How I wish time could pass sooner and there will come the time when I no longer have to be anxious about my day because of that haunted memory.

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From individual become social person. Taking a chance even in a really uncomfortable situation.

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