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- Fitri Sungkar
- Jakarta, Indonesia
- السلام عليكم Peace be upon you. My name is Fitria, i'm 25 years old and living in Jakarta, Indonesia. This blog consist with my personal story. It allows me to share my thoughts, struggle, ideas and aspirations. I find writing really therapeutic and i hope whoever read my stories would able to take benefit from it.