Love yourself and become your best friend, love can be given and hidden, like poison, so become the useful successor and victor, not the lonely victim.
Love yourself and don't be ashamed of loving your name, it's not an act to tell the truth, but to keep a lie going, then acting you must do.
How can it be, that we are still lost? Same problems, from years ago, let me tell you what you know. You have been tricked and been told lies, so your problems are stuck, like the trees on the ground.
What a pity, what a waste, you, just like everybody else, nearly came in first place, you're looking around, for someone to blame, here you go again, playing victim not victor. I guess some things never change.
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