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Before I listened to Yeat, I was nothing. A loser you could say. Yeat saved me. Thank you. He saved me from living life as a loser. Being a Yeat fan isn't just a hobby, it's a lifestyle, a reason to breathe, an escape from this cruel world filled with thieves.