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In Georgia on top photo years after the initial attacks from SC for FOP and Charleston and MKUltra and prison.  MCs and lawyers.  Tell me they didn't do it.  You liars.  You tried to kill me for years.  Since Tom Brewer's death and the miscarriage.  Liars.  It's sick what they did to me. Over anthem and eavesdripping and racketeering and some MC and Jeff Smith.  Liars.  Now you're letting them start it up all over again.  Facebook attacks. ATT. BellSouth. Reddit. Myspace. Music apps.  Banks. Prison. Yahoo, AOL, Samsung phones, TV's, stalking, eavesdropping, identity theft, alienation from my daughter.  Liars. Since 2014.  You waited for me to dust myself off and be okay to beat me down again Peach County.  You're sickening.  2014 attack.  It was some kind of weirdo software.  Above is 2023.  Just before Damon's death.   It's never ending.  Trump why?  Stormy and Breezy Daniel?  Peachtree Baptist Church and taking my daughter for her first Easter?  Rainey Smith conversations?  You attacking me again?  Going to kill me this time for Hispanics from work?  Or the porn industry and child trafficking FBI tips?  Which is it?  Or Mary Catherine Horton and drugs?   Who got paid for the attack?  Dark web.  Facebook. Tor. Onion.  Military.  Who was this for?  Custody?  More extortion?  Another attempt on my life?  Diamond Plastics Corporation? Groupon?  What this time?  Was it over the search a word puzzles or Audiobooks?  Mad Libs ?  A photo album?  WHO, Health Department?  Water Authority again?  Which church this time?  Which Gabby this time?  TV's streaming and their subliminal crazy crap?  A book shelf or Tut app?  Ten years of stalking me and attacking me and identity theft and weirdos hacking me to scare me.  Dylan Roof never happened.  Let him out.   I was never attacked.  I'm crazy.  I'm as crazy as Dylan Roof is innocent.   Liars. You know what happened.  MKUltra and Best Buy attack and Geek Squad and some weirdo over Korean cyberattacks and a Hyundai Sonata.  Was it really all the prison or the government?   Cutting eye holes in a burlap sack in shed.  Years of awful things.  Corruption and lies.  It's surreal.  My life changed overnight for criminals and government backed them up.   Peach County and Georgia picked up right where they left off.  Neverending.  It's awful and terrifying.  Terrorism no n stop in what I thought was the best country in the world.  No values.  Awful.  Nobody wants to acknowledge the terrorism and continue to victimize and label me and destroy me.  Why?  I deserve to know why my life was destroyed and why this never ended.

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