When I was young, I lived happily.

I ever thought I was happy so if I grew up, happiness would grow up too.

What I had thought was not right. Since I grew up, I lived unhappily. Days by days, number of sadness increased and happiness ran away almost all.

I feel sorry. I hate the world for I think it had lied to me. If the world had head, I would throw stone to it.

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