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Coming of age, but this song from childhood suddenly relates to helping me understand a woman, at least in my head.. in case it's just a digital hide and seek for escape boredom routine

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The poet under the consent of the king

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Overcome trauma with arts and freedom of expression

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Inner child, Inner Peace

I read article that writing can heal childhood psychological wounds, so i choose this platform to write little bit of my past as a kid.

As a kid, I loved rain; I used to climb a 7-meter tall rambutan tree every time rain fell; rain made the trunk free from the ants.

When I sat at the top, I start to contemplate and look to the raining sky, then started saying words in my heart:

"God why wont you answer our prayer to save my aunt from breast cancer? you cure the others and answer their prayer"

"Am I not devoted enough for You?"

"I volunteering myself to clean her stadium IV breast cancer, adapting my eyes to afford looking into big metastasis wounds that corrupted her skin and bone. I cleaned it with warm towel and covered her chest with piper ornatum leaf, almost every single day at home''

''Days after days seeing her will to live, yet you made me be the first one found her passed away on her bed after bring her glass of water"

" You know, the day when she passed away, I felt like there was a hole in my heart, witnessing ignorant family members' reactions also the contrary. Mom, her Husband and her kid were really sad, but I knew it couldn't be helped since we all lived in weak economic conditions."

Then my mind said "Aah, why doesn't the lightning strike this rambutan tree anyway while I am sitting here"