They pull a pile of hate in my watch line. There is distraction, they’re is thought and no. I don’t know how I do that. But anxiety is at bay and I am fully preoccupied. They pile hate on my watch line and I don’t mind. I don’t hate. My mind is scared, I draw life, conflict, strength, intuition and more I am not overly lonely. Yet, they make the horrible mistake to think that their hate, their yap yap of nonsense gets to me. What horrible mistakes. It inspires me. It drives me. It teaches me how not to treat others or anyone lucky enough to be my mate. I draw inspiration, hope and intuition from stimuli, hateful or otherwise. And I am getting smarter at reigning in my reaction to hate filled external-exterior-externalized (e^3) stimuli. Thank you for being here my readers, I hope my love comes through despite my tribulations. Thanks.
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