Confidential human source grade A USA Klonopin Lexapro Olanzapine armodafinil Buspirone Lamotrigine

The laws of the game the laws of the streets the sheer lodgic of being driven to the point of no return wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from corrupt junk sick officers you hear the sound ticking your heart races feet pacing to end it all the image a 44 magnum in your mouth anger confusion shame of being a rat a snitch worthless to all the people you have ever known because you were never really who you were because you were undercover collecting information an informant simply because the fbi warned me that I witnessed something I shouldn't have an 9 person's perished in a fire now my children and I were in grave danger the only protection was going undercover operation African Americans officers selling drugs for thee arsonist emotions distant I am breathing holding my breath why should I allow these killers to end my life when I can do it myself questions I ask my therapist how can I live in a world knowing so many people crave my death these are killers with badges and guns working security for gang leaders I panic I shake I pant anxiety disorder unable to be in crowded places elevators fearful panic attacks severe ptsd doctors are kind support available an yet I awakened to devastation hearing my fetus heartbeat pounding forced to look through an assault rifle placed eyes waters in my view special agent Paula brand at the light busy first day of school blessing my children were in the backseat with special agent Leroy Heimbach singing my girl while junk sick officers pace the floor afraid of losing their badges afraid of me my small timid pregnant body wrapped in wires the sound of fear the smell of fear my throat closes up who am I here in America I'm a confidential human source hated like any other rodent pest in a maze tormented toyed with finally the feeling of going through the artificial grass white coats examining your mind preparing you to be exterminated after the initial testing procedure process is performed you don't feel human the fetus inside you is loud creating commotion startling your every moment alerting the killers the wires itch you don't feel human at this point how can you this us a mental abortion you are a lab rat carrying an American litter a living breathing abortion a cure for organized crime corruption you are now fed fear envy denial medication quiets the heart beats as I envision myself deceased again calm no more panic attacks no more attempts on my life no more terrorists threats from my identity theif Hyundai Jay Townsend Johnson Henry her gunman arriving to e d my life over my American poetry I remain within my calm place in view my breathing returns my chest hurts I hear voices say stay focused on the here and now come on back agent brown you are not alone come on back home you are safe God bless the federal bureau of investigation and God bless the United States of America