9:06pm
diary: Tuesday September 5th
It's a rainy Sunday, clouds have blocked out all chance of sunlight and I'm stuck here. Sitting in this house is a very peculiar thing but then again I'm a very peculiar child. Of course my mother used to tell me this, that is before she left me.
Those words would ring in my head. "You're a very peculiar child my love, very peculiar." My mind pondered on that one comment, the one she used to repeat. Why would she say that if she wasn't going to be here with me? Why did she decide to leave me at this cliff hanger? I guess I'll never know why, because in the works of this world, I don't believe there is a reason why.
I believe that there may be hope somewhere beyond this world, but where is my god now?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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