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Mar 2015
These people are telling me awful horrid things, that I shouldn't pay attention to butΒ Β  Thier words are so loud it causes my ears to ring.
I don't know what they want from me? they know their not welcomed into my humble abode, I most Likly lead them in when they witnessed my broken pieces being sewed. These people are evil hapiness is not in their agenda, thier mission is to destroy having people bow down and surrender.. I became one of the victims more than once. I've had suicidal thoughts and pushed away love; causing me to rip the wings off of doves.
Demons is what I call them, I can't even have a goodnights sleep, my dreams get disturbed by this late night creep.. The sun that once lived shining on me so bright, now causes me to pull down shades and hide from the light.
But this transaction does not go on for long, it only lasts until the unwanted guests are gone.
Get out!
Jesibell arz
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Jesibell arz  Long island, ny
(Long island, ny)   
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