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The coward
Tonight is the night that determines everything. Something will end tonight, whether it's me, us, or even them. This is the last moment for all of us, death is the fate that is clearly displayed before
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Under the Orion Shade
Rhea stared at the sky which glowed by the starlight. Alnitak, Alnilam, Mitaka and the reddish Betelgeuse old star gathered with other stars to form the Constellation Orion which is clearly visible in
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Amnesia
I lost my memory since the accident, even though memory is a valuable asset someone has. He said, I fell from the stairs at my school and he also said, someone pushed me down. However, I can't remember
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The Flower of Sleep From the Flower That Sleeps
Amanda Flowers. That was the name of the girl who until now was still asleep on the bed of her room. In fact, the sun has risen. Until the alarm went off again, no matter how many times. Matanya looked
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Love Carrier Flashdisk (Part 2)
how is Wil, "said Wanda "Which one?" "About your feelings to Winda?" "I am already sure, if I will not show my feelings to him" "Why? How come you're worried right
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Don't underestimate a child with glasses
At my school, there is a child named Nina. Nina is bespectacled, nerdy, but smart in lessons. Especially the MTK field. Friends always make fun of Nina's geeky appearance. One day, Miss Medya announced,
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Love Carrier Flashdisk (Part 1)
The saddest part of my life if I had to part with my favorite flashdisk. Especially now, the program must be stored in the flask disk, and must be taken with the teacher who does not know when it is returned.
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Appreciate Love
This is my first love story, a story that won't be forgotten. In the past, when I was in junior high school, I once loved all boys, he was in class C and I was in class A. I think this story is short,
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His Sacrifice Won't
9 His name is Dira Natania. He is usually called Natan. Natan is a poor person. He is class V. He attends elite schools. That too with scholarships. He has a true friend. His name is Gabriella Hanifah
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Prince of the Winds
I myself, myself sitting here, staring at the sky full of stars, engrossed in my cellphone and earphones in my ears that were playing various sad songs. Until my mind was floated because of a song whose
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This is limited
You brought me into this foreign space. You introduced me to that feeling. Beautiful but painful taste, pleasant taste, but that's sadness. The feeling that flew me into the clouds then flung my body into
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My dear mother
In a village filled with rice fields there is a family that lives harmoniously. They have two daughters named Ita and Mita. "Our children are already big, ma'am," said Mr. Sutomo, the father
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horror
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Supernatural world
The night's atmosphere was very tense. My mother and I were sitting on the porch. The wind blew lightly, accompanied by the moonlight. Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, like the sound of a trumpet but
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religion
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Pondering the Candidates for the Mayor on a Third Night
Twice the sound of the iron clatter of electric poles faintly heard in the silence, when hit by the night watchman. The crowding of the chicken and the cries of crickets were deserted by a rain of rain
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Afraid of Stepping
Poor morning. When the weak man sips his bitter coffee with a feeling of hesitation. He hadn't felt the vibrations he felt right now. Vibration that makes it like being in a position in the midst of sadness
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What sound is that?
The night's atmosphere was very tense. My mother and I were sitting on the porch. The wind blew lightly, accompanied by the moonlight. Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, like the sound of a trumpet but
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When opening eyes
When I know that fate is not unilateral with the way I think, the moment when a hope that sometimes just becomes wishful thinking. Now I know that my life starts with closing my eyes and returning with
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What sound is that?
The night's atmosphere was very tense. My mother and I were sitting on the porch. The wind blew lightly, accompanied by the moonlight. Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, like the sound of a trumpet but
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Valuable
And again, the story of kamvret is repeated. Finally I can only write it on this battered laptop. The clock shows 3:35 p.m. time of Martapura and its surroundings. Maybe my parents have landed in Balikpapan.
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education
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process
It was late at night but I was still busy facing the monitor screen in front of me. I don't mind the clock chiming with the melody that goes with it, now it's exactly 00 o'clock, the day has changed. I
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