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hostage Trapped, falsely imprisoned, identity stolen, wages deprived, abuse of power, denied freedom Unable to move and measured, no structure to enter, prisoner of war. A movement of legal monetary policy allows for these crimes against me, today, 3/23/2025 Self employed as a writer. Inhumane conditions for working in the country, the city workers fail federal codes, failing...

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If my God is for me, who can be against me? And who shall be able to prevail against me? Not any of the forces of the darkness of mine Enemy; Shall be able to become victorious o'er Me! For the battle and the victory belong to The LORD God Almighty King of all Kings! His angelic heavenly hosts surround me...

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The offence he committed He finally admitted, After his case file was submitted And witnesses’ evidence permitted … Also, the money has he remitted And the name of his accomplice vomited. Still his movement is much limited Like gases from an industry emitted....

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My heart submitted to no one, A completion of self with another was a fight to shame a proud mother And still as the waves crash against the rocks, You sway against me, push upon me- rough and waylay My rough edges are flattened by the fire of your foam Intriguing droplets- molecules of mental, murderous muse I scream...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou can buy drinks at McD’s for a buck, Wait, that means thou never want to pay, Thou went to see a psychic for good luck. Sometime too hot thou think thou are at clubs, The ways you act embarrass all thy friends ; And when we need to drag thou out of...

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Aventurine was sort adequate to be able to why don't we only at Greatly involve some enjoy moment on the video game, Darkfall, and also actually acquire our own palms unclean from it. Needless to say, My partner and i hopped being initial inside series to have my own consideration stimulated regarding beta and also...

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My words flow poetically through lines with nouns and verbs Eagle wing'd sentence's flying with colorful green aroma's floating in a stream full of paragraphs waiting to be drank by literate thirsty people. I speak not for the strong but with strong words for the weak in a illiterate heap uneducated grave six feet in...

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