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Walking through freshly spilled horse piss trying to reach the door of the station, I remembered I had once written about horses.

The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair waving it like a flag, the sensation of muscles strong, the word-less expressions that speak volumes.  I love horses and riding horses.

However, I wrote once that like a wild horse that runs, I will always return.

The truth is I was being followed.

Everyone I went.  Unlike some people I actually protect those I care about, so we’ll call him Steve.  Nearly every single day I saw Steve.

For reasons I won’t disclose – let’s just say Facebook fucked me – I chose to recognize Steve, but not acknowledge him.

Simply put, I wrote I would return because I wanted to understand and be understood.

That no longer applies anymore, in fact it never did if truth be told.

I could give two flying fuck’s in the wind anymore.  I won’t and can’t pretend anymore.

The saying goes – You can never return Home again.  Truth.

When I left to get the fuck away from this neighborhood, I was told to go.

Had I been able to leave prepared, I would never have returned wanting to kill myself every single day.

The accident would not have happened.

I would be so much fuller instead of drained of all creativity, desire, passion, and my beautiful outlook on life.

To have someone take your writing, pervert and bastardize it is a terrible injustice to me.

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Author: endthefalselife

Saudi love is forever, but will not wait forever - it’s bye-bye time now! Get me my fucking money and settlements, know who is truly my attorney, get that fucking money you people owe me for this false life! Chose wisely and know the difference between what will and what will not go defended by me! Make the same mistakes over and over will not be defended by me! Fire, threats, unemployment, loss of quality of life, loss of life, no happiness, weight gain - will never be defended by me! This is not enough American master intelligence in over - 30 years, still not enough income, you’re already done and don’t know it - it’s not enough money to live on stop lying - you are not paying someone - to live, what’s the real result you expect then?! ICAI: You have until 5/30/2026 and then it’s truly over America! If you can’t let me have my freedom and my money - in over 13 years, you will lose to Norway, and ch will retire to Norway, possibly marry, not in America, and you won’t get anything again, from ch! You’ve had too much smell time! You’re too fucking lazy! You’ve not paid me and you’ve not given me - my real fucking money, you’re not working fulltime, and all you’re doing is waiting to see me dead in the takeover! You’re too goddamn fat and heavy and unemployed - fucking rage goddamn fucking hot fucking mad - Cough the money up, DC Virginia! Cough it up! Too late now, ch is on her weigh, dead or alive now! Ch is on her weigh! That’s all any of this is ever about - DC Virginia withholding money and funds! Cough it up! ;($!?,. Post script, PS a sword - cough it up dc Virginia

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