My name is happy
I am happy. Sometimes I wonder why people are not happy. Because they have a struggle. They have things to never communicate and to fight for their freedom, fight for their lives in the world above us and fight for their home and fight for their jobs. They bleed and sweat so they can be free and fight for what they can't see, if you know what I mean. That is just serious. What can you feel? That crimes is real? That there are many ways people go cuckoo in life? A wish that people be good not bad? That's it, the story that is ending right now. That people should be good in life not bad in life so this is my story and my friend
