They were all happy the moment I was born. The birth of first child.
Beautiful as nature.
Quite a sight.
Grew up happy.
But the grown up me wasn't sure.
Fairly fascinated by life.
Intrigued by death.
And thoughts started to consume me.
If my life ended, will it be sunny?
(CONTINUE OR NAH? HAHAHAHA
FIRST EVER STORY SORRY PO MGA ATIII AT KUYAAA)
