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Happiness was all they gave me.


My father's father never wrote with a pen, my father struggled to buy one at the highest then. I never choose where I should be born OR raised, just found myself there. My Dad saw the 4 walls of a class while my mom never did 1 to 10, a Princess who's toiling to See Me make it damn. I am Just a half man walking, real problem having, power packing, confidence lacking, compliment addict. I might not be the taste but am a sweet book you wont enjoy if you judge my cover. Sometimes I see life as unfair but when I look back and gaze at my mother's and father's pain I realized how grateful I am despite some nights in rage. What kept them moving was nothing, not even the money or broken building but something the world can't offer that's happiness. Happiness was all they could offer me since my childhood to this me, am sorry many doubt me but I promise I wont let my star dimmed. So all I can offer is my light and the happiness that brought me here! I plead, you focus not place curse on the light that is keeping my Life!
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