teks `Days passed by. It was time for me to go back to my university (not UIA), in Kuala Lumpur to take my final exams. My feet felt heavy leaving home, especially with my father's condition. When I shook my father's hand for the last time, he seemed reluctant to let go. I could feel his hand pulling mine. But, I had no choice. Tears fell again. I was afraid of facing any possibility if I wasn't by my father's side. I kissed my father's cheek for the first time. I felt a deep sadness. I was melancholic. I walked towards my dream and my father's deep hope to see my success...`, kelaskan texts {harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn} dan pulangkan dalam bentuk JSON {'kelas'}
{"kelas": "psychiatric or mental illness"}