i will not provide you, me provide you? I will not provide your exit from my mind, and my illi is not yours to know, I know you've wished for the worse kind of reult and it happened, you hired a hitman for extra-national brit children, it got too scary,

and i was there, still with they knowingly taking ours for them, raping children at black sites around the world, for your children to sing and dance to Taylor Swift, using extreme measures to stop those whom put in her place, and her friend and attorney against children, for a permanence of torture and his behaviour knouwn only it is not allowed to be pained nor pleasured, and only torture and tortured, you are not to know

i am not yours

i am not yours today

i am not yours from before

i am not yours when i said

i am not yours i meant i am not yours

it will be not yours it will not be taken i will become you and i will help you hurt me nor he nor she, it is not yours, to know you are an abuser, not mine, only yours can help, it is set for your child to win hope and happiness, mine despair and sadness, using her as a prop for terrorism, and me as the propnent of anti-terrorism, for your happiness, I struggle and it isn't my duty, only obligation to my world of lobve and hate, to not allow you near, only futher you've driven my emotions to the brink of insanity, yet you have not a person to help me nor he nor she can do what I did for you, it is too much, and little, and too late and too soon, please be better than i was to you, i am not me, it is only you to know whom I am to you, so please talk openly, yet closedly it is not yours to have my children away, for yours to take, please be wary of fake identites from various constructs, including artistic psychiatry and artistic musicians, these artists are creators of their own, only to take others, with each individualized person a nationalized terrorist, it isn't my concern, yet I've done kindness, givingness, and offer you my hands and feets, for your child to dance to a different beat, and I would not like your children near me, nor they, to abuse my, it is your child and abuser, strange and schizoid, whom is weird, a bit off, whom is tortured by his footwear, cannot wear it out to know you are worn out to know me, it will not happen, only happened, your country is over to me, and I offer it my kindness, stillness and your violent temperamental sort knowingly harming and deliberately, subject, you are to mine, stay away from children, it is an order of war, to be killed, not quieted, and destroyed wholly, for your torture and knowingly against children, you are a terror, in itself, is to know you are not to guess, it isn't enough fear and threats, of mine, to scare you, only know you are not a person to know me well-enough to have children, nor them well, I would know you to know me, and harm you, to kill you, and destroy your families, whom is to danace and sing to Taylor Swift, still, and is your child a dancer of footballers, then your cheerleader, is yours, to keep, for me to cheer my girls and boyz, on, to successful morality nad immorality's corruption, it isn't my duty, but my obligation to my person to not know, and to stay away from me and children, you are terrifying and aggressive, portrayals are always exacted by your worst sort, whomever raped is yours to rape, you do not talk to me, nor look at me, you are dangerous and pedophilic, and you need to be taken down, and my Royal force, I've told you it is not your to yours, and my and mine, it is ours to ours, hour to death, and suicide to homicde, scary not to me, only to them, now!