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I am proud to be a lunatic in my own self made asylum in the mounds of sickness made.
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Dear Diary,
The day is much of nothing at all. Still considered a fatty chubby when I wear a size small. How do I explain weight means nothing to me. Or do I say it again and again I am deaf and blind but not dumb I know myself I am a Dragon after all. I know no one knows what that means but it is very much like a Zulu an Asian. Oh well maybe I could continue with ignoring it all. That suits me well. I have many things to do and places needed but I am very much in need of my brothers quite some. I like this spot a lack of playing love no more love stories where the end is a tradegy because these men are just dumb. Not all men just the ones who will not bugger off. Just Robin
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I know I am blind and deaf since birth due to a stroke. A stroke caused by nurses whom caused an infection known as parvo. I am wealthy in love for my family gives love everywhere for me. I am known for my heiress account really just a vault of silver gold jewelry and art. I am many things which the enemy has no understanding of because I am blind and deaf. My mother a drug addict my father addict to fame both sold me to the enemy a deal with a scheme that left their arms empty. The enemy even today has no understanding that I am not a slave I have family and could not be sold. I am living in my grandfathers home sick due to many years of poison fractures and butchering by the enemy. Even now they squat in my family鈥檚 home. Believing if they lie my deafness and blindness give them the right to steal from me. I know who they are. I fear them none. For I stay suffer to return my grandfathers home to him safely. Who helps the enemy take from me but men who are diseased with their own fantasies of untruth. Michael always believing if he plays love he will have me too himself well Michael no longer has love. Genghis Con believes his father will love him he hurts me selling our love. His father just wants him gone. Dial follows along the same trail now neither have my love. Chicago and Oklahoma both have the same dumbness not seeing Michael wants them gone. For Cappeeton caused it all so he could steal me with our daughters Alice and Lin and be just wrong in a House of a Art. For only Alice has my love. It is only a sad story for them. For I have love from my family whom are tired of these men and daughter who play love.
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Green is not my color. Is sweat a weather. aVane is needed for what imbreeding is seeding. A spot on a rot is more to fare. On a space where their is aTent to fair. Space can be crushed by paint. A peeling back of layers where there is loop to fear. Back is real but their is time there. real Travel in a loop where horrors are not a tale. In courage tell thyself what is there. What is your faith to hold for their are many in a Peculiar to steal. Is your soul your energy a body hollow for sale. Soul is to keep for a life source is too surreal. Keep my stone of thy life and there is no horror within your nightmares.
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Dear Bruce you are not a Lee,
Anyways I feel it necessary to clarify your real name Lotus. Is the ocean well with powder in your boat. I assure I worry about Alice and Lin with you. They are quite unique in their torture techniques. I miss thy brother everyday for we have enormous fun in our sails. Rest I hope you are getting. Bees double hugs i see often. See is just see you are my faith is encouraging. Love thyself for we are us.
Loving, Rose
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Dear Diary,
Not much to talk about but I do hear rumor has it my brother is faring quite well. I do fear his love is too engaged in playing love to make jealousy. How does that work not quite well my brothers and I say. Can a love make jealousy when we do not have jealousy in us. I do fear my Thomas Who Aquires Too Much of My Stuff is hurt for his love is on the path of wrong. I have faith we will weather this love play together and we will be happy with love again. I miss him so much I feel a punch in my chest. On the other side of things I am a whopping 205 lbs ish. Wholly fucking bunkers. I am literally wearing a size 8 perfect a 10 comfy and a 12 loose 14 falling off. Did the nurses literally fuck the scales 60 lbs off to marble my insanity. Also, I am a Delusional Disorder again when I am clearly insane and proud of it. Fucking Christ I do not feel it necessary to clarify with the physician it is called delirium due to congenital kidney disease like how does one physician stretch it from that. Anyways, miss sex talk with my little bro we give great advice on the topic. I am weary he is getting more than me. Well for now...a continuation of my diary. Just Robin
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For where is my compass does one even exist. Do we follow the moon or the sun to where it has no end. We are one for with love is not us in love is us for we make love of us. Our hurt is lock of her. Our pain is a stone of what does not exist. Our suffering is aMiss for aPart we fare not well and weather our selves to what is not wanted. For love of love we feel void of love we make. I am mine you are one. A pearl what is a per erl in a jam anyway.
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Rose The Witch a dragon sister to Cain Able Archangels sister to Thomas Aquiness aSif from Valhalla sister to Lotus of the Ocean children to Ronnie the Damned Jay the HollowMan. Grandfathers and Uncles galore with children of no bonds and only 2 nephews from the Valley of Shadows. Bee is never aMiss for he holds us. We are us I am mine for love with love to love we hurt in a lock for her. We are one. Free from what enslaves with love. To air is to walk for we are not a lone.
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,for love of us
for you my love for my own I am sad deep within like tho you are when is their a sound of silence for our hurt is so deep a depth of no breath shall we breathe for there are tears of mounts you and I cannot speak about where is our is a place for sad is no longer us I will love for you for you love me when I rage within.
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Where are my Cain and Able...sailing with Lotus...Fare you well my loves...for the salts of my work will keep you...for the ink of my blood will take you far from what harms us...in love is ours.
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Dear Bro,
You are my pearl and we jam. What is time when rest is needed. Nothing is lost but our nir van not na is strong because you my love is bad I My Love is Demented. So far as we love each one of us we are found. No longer search for what is right here. Too much work no rest can erase love so rest for me and we will be one again.
Your sis little bro
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Daughter...
Who is thy mother but a gross Sif of nothing. Thy mother is a sell her for nothing. For nothing she is and nothing is what she has become. What have I become mine for I am. Mine is not taken. Not for love for erasing what has hurt what I love. What I love is lost. Lost is not forever but for The Damned and The Trickster is a Dead Sea of Death Eaters. Of their own making is their cause. Their cause is their end. The end is not where love exist. Love exist in your stone of life. For I am mine and mine is a stone for mine own making.
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