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by: Hengki Koentjoro
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The Creeping Ghost Part II
“I’m going where the cold wind blows.” Leadbelly.
The two emerged onto a deserted platform in an all but deserted...
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by: Hengki Koentjoro
“I’m going where the cold wind blows.” Leadbelly.
The two emerged onto a deserted platform in an all but deserted...
I’ve already deleted my facebook. So, if anyone of my “followers” decide that, for some completely illogical and unspeakable reason, would want to keep in touch with me (I won’t be around for too long so, ya know, whatever) my cell number is 631 398 5831. Either text me or leave your number in my inbox.
This was another pointless post by yours truly Sam Francois.
How can I hope to find love when I don’t even love me? And how can I love me when I was never given a chance? Abandoned before I could walk or talk. Denied before I even knew what denial was. Asking my mom if that guy that we live with was Daddy and finding out that no, he wasn’t. I know I’m bad because even the “step dad” couldn’t love me like his own.
So I’ve come to believe that I will always be alone. I will never find peace. And I will never know who my father is.
And now I ask you, why would anyone want to continue living a life so full of sorrow such as mine? What’s on the horizon other than more pain? I don’t want to be alone anymore but I know that’s what I’ll always be. Forever alone.
Death is the answer. I know it. It’s the escape I’ve craved since 7 years old. No one can love me and no one will. So why should I continue to struggle in a existence that has no hope of peace or contentment let alone happiness?
No worries though, loyal followers. I’ll be dead, soon enough, so you don’t have to worry about me clogging your dashboards with my sadness anymore.
Thanks to those who’ve tried. But there was never any hope for me. I was born broken.
He didn’t love me so why should I love me? He never saw me play football. He never held me to stop my crying. He never taught me how to shave. He never called. He never sent a birthday card. He never read me bedtime stories. He never wanted to know me. He never liked me. He never took me to Disney World. He never hugged me. He never gave me a chance. He never cared. He never gave me a chance. He never loved me. He never gave me a chance.
This goes on in my head, 24\7, every single day. I’m always sad. Why didn’t he want me? Ya know? Why do I cry for a man that doesn’t care for me? I feel alone, all the time. ALL THE TIME! This isn’t fair… I’m sorry for being me..
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In fact, we didn’t even hear much about Francis Grady just like we didn’t hear about BNP candidate Michael Green who threatened to blow himself up in a building in London. Here’s a humble suggestion as to why both weren’t called “terrorists”: They’re white and they’re not Muslims.
The term you’re looking for starts with a D. It’s called Double Standards.
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7 Violations of the Constitution’s First Amendment
And Article Six of the constitution:
both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by Oath or Affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States.
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Wherein partnership means open drone strikes, clandestine ops in different Muslim countries, covert bases, resource manipulation, torture-based interrogation methods for innocent Muslim men and women and minors, arms deal with tyrannic monarchies, backing up dictators in Asia and the Middle East and much more.
Great partnership.
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