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Self Love

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Ebony The Enemy:
I feel like my times almost up
We drawing closer to the end
I came into this world all alone and will leave without a friend
I got no defense
I got no hope of overcoming the hoards and scores of fakes
All the deceit and devilment kinda set me straight
Been a long time coming
Seen it through further than some
I try to take not of my present fortunes
I know I’m not the only one
Plenty are dealt an unjust hand
Some try to rise above
I’m satisfied so I pacify all this hate I feel with self love

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