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These hours dreaming of a time when love will be mine I find it hard to see beyond the next hour.

I know there’s haters out there. I know they keep me down. I’m better than their words and their hate. If they don’t like me they could suck my dick. I might like that and they might like it as well.

These haters hating what they fear.

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