Whose Story Am I Really Telling? Pt 3 Drawing

To God! To Survive! ^ The Sport of Things? Pt 2 ^ Whose Story Am I Really Telling? This was like a silently terrorising Knowing somebody wants to violate you But for their pain and sick entertainment! It has to be experienced like a form of silent extreme terrorism, and a form of silent civil war? They done it? Then, realised what they had done? then, Panic? No ransom? Then the attack is on everyone? ^ It was a cold time I felt it like a real cold heartless form of paranoia Not that I was paranoid It was the feeling of the presence of someone who for many, many years to come was going to continually pick me to pieces, if they could! So much pain! Somebody in so much pain! Over you As an individual Who is only exercising the right to live! Live Doing the most normal of basic things! ^ Natural Flowism! A Freedom of Being! ^ Disclaimer: Fictional Face - resembles no one involved! ^ Thank goodness time has moved on, and I have forgotten exact month, and certain time details. ^ But, I remember this toilet scene At time thankfully I took to wearing a midi coat I pulled into the services to have a break and do the necessaries For some reason the toilet door would not shut You know when you just cannot help but get that feeling that you just walked into somewhere where something just wrong? Maybe it is just an empath thing When you walk into the room completely blank, and clear not thinking of anyone, or anything, nor feeling anything, then bam you are filled with a sense of fear, and nerves, the racing of thoughts, your imagination then becomes filled for no apparent reason! ^ Well, on this occasion I did not actually manage to expose myself. I manage somehow to hold the door shut, and get the job done! ^ However, what was really strange with a weird bunch of feelings was the two youngish looking guys. Dressed dark colours wearing straight yet loose fitting jeans, t-shirts, jackets, and trainers . Lingering and looking near the toilet door while making it look like they were looking a mags, and shopping in the services. But, what I found weird is how obvious their actions were. It seems almost comical and obvious in hindsight because this is a toilet scene, and if you have not been - you do rush in! But, this was like the living spite. The rush in appeared to be to remove the something which had jammed the door in a difficult position? I had been forced to come across these types before! ^ Press intrusion? Why would somebody who is completely unknown to anybody be subjected to invasion from the press, if that is the truth of what was going on? ^ Stranger things have happened! So, either I was being constantly accused of what someone else had done, and blaming me has allowed them to build on that and continue on? Or something else is behind what is still going on? And what does the emergence of 'swatting' play out in and amongst all that goes on? and what the planners want to bring on? ^ To keep an eye on! ^ To keep a check on! ^ Natural Flowism! ^ A Freedom of Being! ^ Selah! ^ Amen! ^ I am so thankfully, grateful, and blessed to repent and surrender to the forgiveness life is! ^ Somebody squeaks 'therapy' sounds like the sound of the voice box - can anybody take that? 10/06/2108/13:36!!!!

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