Haters
You know the ones
Always judging books by the cover
Belittling their sister's and brothers
To reach some kind of higher status
Guess what? It doesn't exist
It's something created from fantasy
Some sick twisted fucker thought it'd be great
To put the rest of us down in a glance
Keep thinking those pretty thoughts
In the end, they'll bite you in the ass
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