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PROSA: The Sweet Mafia a Year ago

Diva was born in Batu Late. Its name means flashing star. He may have a glimmer of destiny to be an artist. The name of his mother, who was the most precious man on earth to him. He's moody today. The rain attacked half of the Late Stone for half a day.

Diva can't come out because of the heavy rain. His heart also grimaced. His passion for school today will not grow anymore. He began to blame time. Also think that his family members are the cause of his delay. Although it was an evil thought, the Diva never imagined herself to be evil that day. Innocent rain, somehow always the reason for the Diva to judge the sky.

The diva felt that day she lost her way. He who used to be innocent, unpretentious, and loving animals, suddenly dim like a bad luck criminal. His principle space faltered and could no longer rise. Surprisingly, it's not the same anymore.

The Diva that is now trying to be inversely proportional to her a year ago. Little by little there is change. One by one his mental pieces began to improve. Since cutting off the lives of all his family members, his breathing had at least returned to relief. His daily oxygen levels began to reverse his freshness. He never felt guilty again. Doing nothing to all his family members is his biggest mistake. Murder is natural to a Diva.

The floors of Diva's house used to be still splashing arteries. Old blood that has thickened, the aroma of pulse that is no longer alive, and separation that does not make you sad at all. Grief is disgusting to him. Divas should get world attention, be invited to mafia awards events, or argue with world figures about love and hate.

But this moment is different from a year ago. Diva was a little overwhelmed with regret. He who must follow the speed of his fate must fight for emptiness. We go back to a time where the Diva is indeed whole in mind and consciousness. Who would have thought that he would heal himself so quickly, in just a year. Even Google's engines don't have any data on divas. The latin lie.

Diva is smart and no one knows her harsh past. When people enter it out of curiosity, the principle is far from humanity. Diva's drying. Barren. The cactus no longer holds water. All his mentality and morals are bankrupt. The bankruptcy of the heart without a doubt. And again, Diva spent her day just smiling a lot.

Although no one else understands anything about him, he does hate attention. I don't know why the police didn't dare to ask him questions. Maybe it's the charisma of the Diva that creates fear. The diva may not be human anymore. A lot of matters of conscience he had ignored a year earlier.

He's been poisoned with extreme laziness from his past black box. Diva, I hope you can fall in love again. Get up and get up! Diva always dreamed of being a killer. Maybe killing is his hobby. He does not need a family, a house full of books, and love-shaped affection anymore. Not the fault of Diva, but he is a human who likes to dream and write mystery stories.