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The Haters Make Us Famous
And hate they will, 'till we're no more,
So we try our escape, and bash on death's door,
We drown ourselves in liquor and lyrics,
In desperate attempts to charge their blurred ethics,
And in last attempt, our hearts subject to none,
But then something says WAIT, we'll be keeping this one.
poem
by
Dayna Mortimore
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