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The country

It is about something that happen to me five years ago, when i seat at third class of junior high school. I think this problem is solve, no doubt about it and i think the final is last year. But i don’t know why is come again and kill me softly and i think the trigger is “she”, when i say “she” i means it’s different with “she” in five years ago. But both of them have the same things, they close with me and with the country. The country that i call in this story is something that special even it isn’t special, so so i think.
I dont love the country but i dont want it have by other person. Because i want the country still by mine….

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