I am lost! Someone has taken over my mind and is controlling it! Someone is in command of all my actions, movements, and thoughts. I am nothing inside, merely a spectator enslaved and terrified by everything I do.
Provoking separatist hatreds is an aggressive weed. We all have dirty hands and a broken heart. Put down your flag before you put down your weapons. If you must raise a flag, be sure it says, __e is better than you or I._ We will not persecute, nor tolerate persecution. We will not dominate, nor tolerate subjugation.
Save Me, I'm Yours: Saving Our Children from Ritual Abuse and Nazi Mind Control
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Provoking separatist hatreds is an aggressive weed. We all have dirty hands and a broken heart. Put down your flag before you put down your weapons. If you must raise a flag, be sure it says, __e is better than you or I._ We will not persecute, nor tolerate persecution. We will not dominate, nor tolerate subjugation.
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