22 October 2016, 2:00AM
My classmate took life, suicide.
While she was just at our side.
We’re sixteen and moving fast
It was trauma I learnt from past.
I took psychology course, look
But every time I opened books
I can see her tears and ghastly
The story haunted around truly.
The parental stress and parcel
I sing Oishi Merry Xmas gospel
Close eyes while I drink hot tea
Smells the aroma, blend Teh Si.
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