happy people lives far away in a primitive island on a coast artificial happy people live all around addicted to prozac weekly loads I wonder when happy people smile do they greet you with warmth and kindness? false happy people's smiles are cold and they greet you with stone cold silence When happy people laugh is it like the sweet hum of a birds song? and do you think they would ever come here to show us how to get along? Do happy people have courses To show me how to master their art So i could be a happy person and from these pills learn to part im a happy person in the making not artificial like you guys u think ur a jolly person dont ya? ur just the people i despise Cause fake happy people are just letting us down Theyre adding on to our growing population of people who spend $ on prescription drugs to make up a fake happy nation
Reason for writing:
im not a happy person yet but im getting there
Birth sign: Virgo
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