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The last words, my mother ever said to me that I have been left with as a gift I guess you could say It was boxing day 2018 is a last time I heard from my mother

Her last words to me were “I'm never going to see you again,” and it wasn't in that calm of a voice and everybody ever since that day has assisted in the harm of m.

Every single one of you assisted in putting me back in the hands of those who used to torment me as a child and make me perform for them every single one of you. Every single one of you have been OK with leaving me out in the water to drown on my own with the thought that I wouldn't survive. in any thought of me now today is only because I lived It doesn't feel good to say that It doesn't feel good to say that and recognize that you are the same people who made me homeless to better yourselves and to profit for yourselves and for your own numbers

while me, my daughter, and my mother drowned

we are separated forever because of your actions each one of you

and some of you out there have TV personalities who actually think you have the right to act as God, our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, and

each of you know that you have done this

each of you know that you have participated and

each of you know, have known of my existence in who I came from before I announced it to anybody

Each of you know that you made such an egregious mistake that you thought it would be fun and it was also premeditated to introduce me and my father who didn't know I was alive and I didn't know he existed because none of the adults in my life told me anything

because none of you were allowed in my grandfather's house and none of you know the true history of everything that is me and

every single one of you made a mistake and instead of correcting yourself, every single one of you acted as if you were God, our father, who art in heaven, and maneuvered my words suppressed my words, separated me from my mother and my daughter and my sister and my nieces and my nephews and

every single thing I have ever owned in my lifetime. And then you tried to turn around and twist it to your favor further disrespecting me further showing me that I have no reason to live and this is what your entire goal was to allow me to witness you in your truest sense,

you people who think you are God did not listen when I would tell you who I was because you thought by looking at my physicality that you meant more than me, and

that you could manipulate me as if I am a vulnerable person. To exploit and extort and make yourself more money that is what you think of me so now each one of you players with your personalities who thought I was talking to you because you do not understand nor do you know the truth of me and my grandparents or any kind of intelligence that came from that era

because you are not me and you have gone to bed with fucking liars who are human and child violators and they are doing every single thing they can to kill us and my mother's women, while you profit and get your fucking FaceTime on screen,

my family died and now four peoples name are on my mother's house after each one of you motherfuckers made me homeless and took every single motherfucking thing my grandparents left me and called it your own

your shame is not mine. I used to have dinner with the fucking people who made you while you were thinking you were fucking God and you can maneuver and manipulate my fucking life as if you are God, or Father himself.

That is what you have done.

You do not have any single problem with walking around with fucking dishonor on yourselves.

You think you are too good, to admit, to God our Father, you made a mistake, and you have had every day since December 26 of 2018, since the last time I spoke to my mother before she died, before I heard of her death, While I was in a house with trees growing in it, so that you could profit.

So that you could profit and cover up the crimes of the men and women who harmed and violated me and my child and my mother, your shame is not mine.

You are demons.

You are marked by God.

I have left my scroll at the throne of God, our father himself. I was down that long.

Who are you?

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