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I  clock in the time that I arrived  but all my explanation was in vain, you did not listen to a word that I say and you kept giving me the blame, if I say  A, you say B and if I say He, you say She, You kept putting me below the status quo until you got me off the show. 

I still have the passion to live and a heart to forgive but life will never be the same, for you have left me cold, naked, empty and bare but I have got the courage within me to cross over the turbulent sea.
I have been working on this story for more than a year and I everytime I take it to you it end up in the garbage bin, it’s as if I have committed a terrible sin, we cannot see eye to eye and sometimes your insults make break down me cry, If you had stop to listen to what I had to say, the election would have gone another way, but you ignore the simple things that would make you win, the ingredients are mixed up poetry is in the soup and it makes a good diet for me and you. There is magic in the soup.

It is the down to earth things that you cannot see and the objects on the set that cause Israel to hold its breath. The Kremlin fed on them too and those in the back pull Ukraine off the track, they could not analyze them properly and it made the Kremlin happy.

The objects on the set send away the mercenaries in a sprinting in body bags, they were criminals without a destiny or a flag. They have committed atrocious  so nature did not treat then kind; they had a short run and was quickly put down by the barrel of the gun .

Everyone worked from the same script while others make lots of profit from it. I did some serious work but you kept throwing me in the dirt and you are still not alert.
I have done some serious work but did not get a dime or recognition for it one administration has come and gone leaving me bare and empty on the law.
It the dawn of a new day and I am optimistic that good things will come my way, you have to settle those legal matters and you have to pull the troops out of the fire. 

Think of your own sons and daughter, would you want them to perish in the fire, the nasal sprays are on the way and we have to meet  without further delay, too many irons are in the fire and you have to get the universe back in order. We are close but there is distance between us.
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