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The Internal Affair with a Serial killer

She entered the parking lot of my townhome devastated I was after several home invasion my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson murderer of eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason the FBI approached me warning me this man had killed several elderly persons and recruited my ex husband now my children and lives were in danger and it would be in my best interest to wear wires pregnant to save my children lives Ciro Gargano getting his prison time cut in half from 25 to life to 14 oddly after his release he recruited my ex husband together committed another arson killing another homeless elderly man bringing the total to 9 elderly persons a few veterans perished in his fires of hell several decades later I in constant talk therapy writing a journal about the fires the arson murders finding comfort in writing poetry to my surprise Gargano began sending his female stripper into my home ripping pages ripping poetry leaving me notes about the arson murders of nine threats to keep my mouth shut mind you I only wrote in a private journal speaking only to my therapist my psychiatrist trying to cope with knowing a serial killer he hired this female to impersonate me apparently obstruct justice in the actual murders I contacted the FBI in tears afraid for my life to my surprise the black sedan parked was indeed Gargano actually sending his female accomplice into my home she developed a deep dark obsession to my autobiography my poetry my diary my meeting Cicely Tyson my first grade class field trip at Joseph Medill school of Journalism at age 6 singing civil rights hymns Springfield Illinois Abraham Lincolns homes suddenly severe threats shooting in my home finally obsession to my husband Ciro Gargano fire starter sending an assassin to end my life this imposter stood yelling telling this killer to kill me because I was a rat when in fact decades had passed I was in therapy writing poetry after the murder Attorney General Charlie Crist office helped my family relocate through victims compensation where I continued writing poetry when this criminal group ignited a car bomb in my face it really is a miracle I survived an yet Ciro Gargano and his accomplice a fatal attraction my stalker continued embezzles my traumatic brain injury claim she was now totally obsessed with becoming me after death by gods grace the gunman she arrived to kill me was killed at my feet I was flighted out by the state department sitting in States Attorneys office Mark Obers office meeting with Jim Shoemaker escorted by Agent Marty testifying in this murder trial strapped with lie detector test pertaining to Jamaican female drug dealers involved in the murder yes this stalker plotted my death over my poetry a murder meant for me in comes the imposter believing she could submit my poems as her own and to authors like Star Parker from Uncle Sam's plantation however I'd written a poem for Mattie Stepanek the seven year old disabled poet who'd recently died I wrote this poem June 2004 at home 3175 riverside Dr Fort Myers Florida in memory of this young poet he actually gave me the courage to continue writing poetry even though I too was disabled I too suffered an yet this criminal group arson murderer of nine persons felt a need to extort my lively hood and feed it to his Jamaican female accomplice my stalker seated with a serial killer Ciro Gargano falsified his own nieces law exam to give this impersonator a job in the United States building in Tampa she then grew more vicious believing she was above any law devastated I'd witnessed the plotting of arson murder because of that I wore wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs while four of my children road along with the FBI supervisor singing my girl while Ciro Gargano got his time cut in half from 25 to life to 14 years 7 behind bars 7 on parole upon his release he exposes my identity as an FBI informant to killers and dealers and corruption to have me murdered he then hires this imposter to impersonate me in order to obstruct justice in the arson murders she raises her right hand in the united states building portraying herself as me when in fact she was a child when i wore wires pregnant for the FBI1985 how could this happen she was hired by Ciro Gargano 2003 after a twisted affair with my ex husband wearing a badge when I contacted the FBI exposing this imposter they ignited a car bomb in my face finally embezzling the personal injury claim to fund severe home invasions identity theft this hideous criminal group going after my American poetry this vicious Home grown terrorist fatal imposter sat awaiting my death with the falsified law degree she actually landed another job internal affairs Wisconsin Ciro Gargano home town where she now slander intimidates embezzles committing identity theft identity fraud intimidating falsifying tampering with Veterans medical information FBI confidential human sources

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Date: 3/4/2024 7:19:00 AM
I couldn't read your write's total Yolanda.....My brother wuz killed by Charles ng and Leonard lake, he wuz 24...heart wrench'n by all means...excited your like uv mine think....much love :)
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 3/4/2024 10:08:00 AM
Many blessings and prayers of comfort and healing.
Date: 2/29/2024 5:41:00 AM
Searching for a name I saw in Italian that Ciro was a good doctor, but in a snippet, I read he was an American gangster. Great story telling that keeps one on his toes.
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 2/29/2024 2:23:00 PM
Yes indeed many blessings Ciro was a serial sending hugs.
Date: 2/25/2024 10:42:00 AM
Great storytelling Yolanda..
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 2/25/2024 1:06:00 PM
Thanks a bunch blessings.
Date: 2/25/2024 10:32:00 AM
Oh! Such a sad, touching story, Yolanda. Your verses were like a slab of concrete hitting my face. I was numb after reading your poem. God bless you!
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 2/25/2024 1:06:00 PM
Thank you for your kindness many blessings to you.

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