Happy
Happy is all she ever wanted to be.
She finds it hard to be happy with everything going on
School, peers, keeping up with family and friends, not to mention all the struggles at home.
She barely has money to support herself in the rotten old apartment she lives in.
She wants to get out,
Get away from it all,
And have no worries.
But that is just a fairy tail.
How could she ever be happy when every little thing sets her off?
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