teks `And I entered the world of high school or more accurately, the world of teenagers. I started to feel the urge to find a job to help my mother. But my mother wouldn't allow it. She said, "As long as I can work, you don't need to." I nodded. But deep down inside, I was sad. I felt sorry for my mother. She was alone. She had to work hard just for me and my brother. How nice it would be if my father were still with us? I never blamed Allah's fate. I knew that Allah had planned the best plan for us. Sometimes I understood that my mother needed someone to be by her side. But I was stubborn. I couldn't accept anyone else to replace my father's place. I learned to accept. But my heart refused. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll try. I'm just afraid they'll break your heart. I'm writing this because I know you'll read it. :)`, kelaskan texts {harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn} dan pulangkan dalam bentuk JSON {'label'}
{"label": "psychiatric or mental illness"}