Haters.
Who are they ?
What are they ?
Your mother or father. And sometimes both.
Your brother or sister. And sometimes both.
Your coach, teacher or town librarian.
The cop on the street.
The clerk at the store.
The man or woman next to you on the bus.
Your boyfriend or girlfriend.
Your son or daughter.
Your grandfather or grandmother.
They don't want you to succeed.
They yearn for what you have.
Don't let them win.
Treasure what you have.
Believe in who you are.
Haters are worthless.
Constantly remind them of their inferiority by winning in the end.
Live and do your thing.
Peace.
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