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You know that special time you are born, so little and tiny and innocent. Well, the same time your hater is being born.

Each one of us has that person in life whose purpose is to make our life miserable. A hater! such a pain in the ass!

Haters come into our lives in different forms;

That type of hater, who will stalk your life and comments on anything that does not concern them. Deep down they feel defeated. They pretend to be perfect. They can't shine in the face of the world by being themselves. They want to use you, to pull you down so that the world notices them.

Another one, a hater and a close friend. The one you tell your problems to. They pretend to care. A friend you get mad at but instead of giving you space, they use your weaknesses to pressure you. They work hand in hand with your enemies and talk behind your back. This kind of haters are blood suckers, they kill your spirit slowly each passing day.

Another one, a hater in sheep skin. They don't know who you are, all they do is keep guessing. They throw bible verses here and there and pretend to be holy. They act innocent infront of people and turn the problem on you. They act so nice when you want to get rid of them.

Thank God for haters. They are a blessing in the end.

Thanks to them you had to quit, give up and take another path in life.

Thanks to them you had to question God.

Thanks to them you got stressed out, had a heart attack, got a miscarriage, got in bad terms with people, got into drugs and finally die.

At the end of the story, it is your choices that made you fall. Why did you let them get in your head? why? delete them!

Thanks again to them you knew how strong you are. You strived to prove them wrong. You moved on.

You finally look back at your life and sigh. You say,"i needed them in my life to be the person i am today".

But don't stress. Anyone who tries to pull you down is already below you.


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