Just Sad

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    Just Sad

    Why am I so sad today I am not sure I would have to sayI guess its the fack that I am alone and after years together with a mate I am once more just me for she has said she can not stay and live together there is no way but its funney when trouble comes around she seems to know where I can be found and like a dummy that I am I take her back wile she pretends so take my advise  if she dont care just leave her be like you too dont care and find someone again with your own life to Begin

    By Donald Hoelscher

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    Sophialaurenea commented on Just Sad

    06-12-2009

    EAT SMOKE ALCOHOL DRUGS: I CHOOSE TO WRITE by Sophialaurenea Y. Destine SPIRITUAL The first time I saw you, I was so intrigued. Mystical attraction-could it be? Wanting to know you more, I waited for your next apperance. Angels guide us to God's tree. Your hellos held my heart. Will you let me hold yours? Look into my eyes and the light you will see. Bennett, are you my knight? Your strong, chiseled body will fight for God's light. I hold your stable hands for our plight. You fee my moonlight. I love you, my shiny, courageous Knight. Telepathically, you love feels all right. Bennette, you are so keen. You know that I am the King. My bounty cannot be seen. Only the Lord knows what it means. My romantic man, muscle bound and lean. Show me where you have been. I long to touch your lips, your tongue coated with Cool Whip. We can dance hip to hip Drink Jesus' wine sip by sip. Bennett, I will die. I do not want you to cry. Let's eat the sweeties pie. Yes. I smell blood types. FBI Mark Johnson (they tell me his name is Mark Joseph) his blood type O. Sheriff detective Beth Larson is blood type A. Adam Walsh is blood type -0. Jennifer Servo is blood type B. District Attorney Jonathan Luna is blood type B. And the one who use to be my best sister friend Mrs. Catherine Alvarez is blood type B. So READERS do you think I am crazy too? Am I a liar, phony, fraud. I could take the truth. I am fed up of the bad guys always winning. I want to get these cop killers, pedophiles, rapist off the streets What is so evil about using my spiritual gifts to apprehend criminals??? Despite the fact that Mr. Wayne Garnette moved Cathy's bed location from my location in the shelter. I have no compassion from him, his boss (Ms. Lessey) or her boss, Mr. Chris Cody. I am just delusional to them; and Cathy is the Angel. I will not get angry. I will stay focus. Someone out there will take me seriously; and see I am a positive human being.
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