Dear Detractors,
Who are so close. You are quick to tell me I won't ever be able to do what I want to do Or achieve anything.
Someday, whether you're in heaven or parading in a Nazi camp on Earth, you won't be able to think without my lines.
I'm going to make the sun shine brighter than it ever has, I'm the hope in every song, the reason mothers cry and children run; I express every emotion beautifully, every facet of life, and you'll eat your words some day and swallow your pride.
Love,
Me.
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