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Them haters are
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There's many people stopping someone from doing what they really want. There's many people encourage someone from doing what they want. There's somebody who don't treasure their another half. There's many people who treat them nice. There's many people she don't really like. There's a few people who did something makes her to hate them. There's someone who always not punctual. There's few people agree with it. There's few people she treausure very much. There's one girl likes a guy. There's someone losing someone. There's someone who don't that girl. There's someone who wants some peace. There's someone feels like dying at the moment. There's few people stopping her. There's nothing for someone to live. "There's no meaning in my life" that someone said. There's too many things crop up in someone's mind. There's some planning in someone's mind. There's something she wants to tell him. There's many things that someone is not confirm. There's something called complicated in someone's problem. There's some seriously break down in her. There's no one can help someone. There's many things she likes. There's this word called "unhappy" in that person now. There's nothing the person can do. There's someone who can help someone. There's this person who easily been satisfied. There's this person who can give someone to show out "HEY! you've brighten up my fucking day!". There's someone who can't leave without somebody. There's someone had a cancer. There's somone couldn't find somemore word to say. There's someone will turns to a machine guns when met somebody. There's nothing more to say when she met her. There's many things that she wants to change in her. There's no time to waste. There's no limite between us and the sky. There's someone don't like to been ordered. There's someone wish they're not tired. There's someone just simply answer you just for the sake of answer. There's someone wants to say i miss you. There's someone wants to let someone knows.
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