Sad person; Try hard•

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 I think a sad person is a person who always tries really hard to make the people around her happy, bcs she knows what it's like to be unhappy so she does his best that no one gets hurt. I'm sure she's learned from past mistakes. But Thanks for working hard. I hope you are happy. Really happy🍁

Be nice. I can be your summer and autumn at the same times. its depends. - you'll understand if you watching 500 days of summer-

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