The Cracks
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one afternoon, a girl called a guy.
that morning she read some news about a terrorist attack on the other side of the world.
she couldn't help herself and began to digging out the case .
at the end of the day what left on her head was confusion towards human and the world.
the painful feeling of the victims, the perpetrator's motive behind the madness, and the hatred among people.
everything collided in her mind and she felt nauseous.
the first five minutes of the phone call was nothing but a crumbly cry.
what happened? he asked.
unfortunately the girl was never so good at explaining thing, but she tried.
she sobbed out through her tears what was on her head unclearly, bu he understood.
he told her that she didn't help anything by overthinking about it.
no. She's not a kind person. She knew she couldn't help them and she didn't intend to.
she's selfish and hates most people just like she hates herself.
it's just she felt like there were cracks on her mind that made everything could easily slip into.
she's consumed by her own thoughts.
you should keep yourself close to reality, he said.
