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GMO foods punch holes in cells permeate the gut, creating gaps in guts Leading to food floating in bloodstreams, rivers of pain Food allergies, ulcers, IBS .... these are the milder troubles I won't speak of  IBD, Cancer and Crohns disease Babies born now allergic to foods, children allergic more than ever They said, though the BT injected crops killed bugs, bursting their bellies that they were still safe for humans....They were wrong! Now these GMO crops are causing a myriad of gastro problems in people! Food crops are now Roundup ready in the Killing Fields. Videos to watch: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FS72J9bDvPM&feature;=relmfu www.youtube.com/watch?v=6D3TUk-XX1o&feature;=relmfu TOP FOODS TO AVOID (unless labeled organic) Corn Soy Potatoes Canola, Cottonseed Oils Sugar, fructose, corn syrup Dairy - except organic Tomatoes - except organic Papaya/Hawaiian Helpful links:   www.naturalnews.com/035734_GMOs_foods_dangers.html http://truefoodnow.org/
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
I'd love to "Roundup" the GMO monsters
Sometimes I wonder, how I will make it alone, When all those in my life have refused to see what I have always shown? The fact that I am ill, yes indeed it is true, A mental illness chains me, physical illnesses too. Depression has been a friend, for as long as I know, Panic and anxiety, do you even need to be told? Am I paranoid? Or is that what you want me to think? In the next minute, I am dissociated, or cannot think. I am over here and over there, "Hello!" or "Goodbye", What is seriously wrong with my mind? Friends, they stay a distance, and I don't need them anyways, Family? Forget it... I lie and I lie. I pretend that I feel nothing, Nothing touches me, But truth be told I am terrfied, My heart, as if, bleeds. Perhaps you've heard of Fibro, Or IBS as well, Maybe you know Chronic pain, And a fatigue like hell. Maybe your are familar with being in constant pain, Maybe you know all the pills, over and over again. "How can it be hard to get out of bed?" "How hard can it be to ignore what's in your head?" You won't understand, even though I've tried, No I'm not special, especially when I'm chained to a bed. I've been told I am older now, "Hurry up and get a job", "You will be nothing when you get started and move on." "Can't you just stop whining? Grow up and live life? Can you just do something rather than sleeping and wasting time?" "You worry about this, you cry about that, you want this but don't even try to relax." "You are doing nothing but sitting around, So what if you are sick? We all are, all year round." I am the lazy, the black sheep the failure, The worthless, dissapointment, the immature. "I am the would have been, could have been, should have been, never was and never ever will be", Did I really just quote a song? Indeed, I've felt what they really mean. I am weak or stubborn, Ms. "why" and "Okay but how come?" Believe me, there is no look or answer I've been given, that I have not sawn. There is help out there, there are programs and places to go, But who would want to love someone who struggles to get up and go? Who may be sick for the rest of their lives, Who doesn't even feel worthy of time? People do what they have to, to go off and survive, But the next time you want to go and ridicule someone, Please know, they try...
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
Worth it?
Sometimes I wonder, how I will make it alone, When all those in my life have refused to see what I have always shown? The fact that I am ill, yes indeed it is true, A mental illness chains me, physical illnesses too. Depression has been a friend, for as long as I know, Panic and anxiety, do you even need to be told? Am I paranoid? Or is that what you want me to think? In the next minute, I am dissociated, or cannot think. I am over here and over there, "Hello!" or "Goodbye", What is seriously wrong with my mind? Friends, they stay a distance, and I don't need them anyways, Family? Forget it... I lie and I lie. I pretend that I feel nothing, Nothing touches me, But truth be told I am terrfied, My heart, as if, bleeds. Perhaps you've heard of Fibro, Or IBS as well, Maybe you know Chronic pain, And a fatigue like hell. Maybe your are familar with being in constant pain, Maybe you know all the pills, over and over again. "How can it be hard to get out of bed?" "How hard can it be to ignore what's in your head?" You won't understand, even though I've tried, No I'm not special, especially when I'm chained to a bed. I've been told I am older now, "Hurry up and get a job", "You will be nothing when you get started and move on." "Can't you just stop whining? Grow up and live life? Can you just do something rather than sleeping and wasting time?" "You worry about this, you cry about that, you want this but don't even try to relax." "You are doing nothing but sitting around, So what if you are sick? We all are, all year round." I am the lazy, the black sheep the failure, The worthless, dissapointment, the immature. "I am the would have been, could have been, should have been, never was and never ever will be", Did I really just quote a song? Indeed, I've felt what they really mean. I am weak or stubborn, Ms. "why" and "Okay but how come?" Believe me, there is no look or answer I've been given, that I have not sawn. There is help out there, there are programs and places to go, But who would want to love someone who struggles to get up and go? Who may be sick for the rest of their lives, Who doesn't even feel worthy of time? People do what they have to, to go off and survive, But the next time you want to go and ridicule someone, Please know, they try...
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is this tingling feeling in my stomach love or just my IBS playing up?
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Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:35 PM UTC
irritation
IBS. Out of the blue It gives no clue Deep down inside Is where this monster hides And there it dose stay 3 month pass away Then all of a sudden I'm bent over double Intense is the pain It's hard to explain But a trip to the loo For a small number 2 Then a sigh of relief As the pain goes brief But won't be for long And then back to square one.. - [ ]
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
IBS
she says I'm ill that I have a disease which has no cure that this disease I have makes me love her and that sickness is the cause of my extreme love she refuses to name this "illness" Baby little do you know that love is my illness loving you is my cure or so I thought but medications **** you sometimes like you killed me last night with everything you muttered so sharp Despite how sick of me to still love you that too the way i do I'm sick you say you say my love is a cause of illness of my mind a mental illness asking for your attention (or how we said "attenshun") was my mental illness is what you say that my love for you was nothing but a sickness but how is it that 2 years back it was you with IBS and anxiety where you scratched my face when i hugged you yet you didn't want me to let go yet you still wanted me gone but here now 2 years later and its me with this sickness or so you claim then how is it that you call my love illness of my mind when I I gave you that same love & more when I didn't even know of a mental pain Then how could you dare but say that it was nothing but my sickness or *was it unbelievable to you that this love exists in something out of fantasies too*
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Sickness