once upon a time, i went to oxford and i learned a lot. i placed my trust in the university. i asked can i get some academia research journal article published and i didn't get a response yet i got one today it read are you a person or a thing. because i can't tell it's about your anger. it's about your peace keepipng or whatever you think that's called. maybe tomorrow you'll find an answer. perhaps not. yet i can help you. and i can really hurt you if you don't let me help you. ramzi kiriakos md ucla and fawzi fawzi md ucla perhaps are the kind of persons whom a person like me shouldn't talk to, yet when you're faced against others, you decide upon your fate. i told myself don't hurt myself it's not worth it, yet these two old guys looked at me a lot and it's more than painful because they did not allow myself nor my body when you harm a person you really do you took for granted and i don't really grant you that way and is my anger your peace it isn't how i get quiet when i ask can i please answer your parted way, i cannot answer a parted way and i will take your path down yet you always did not ask why am i and how am i yet you don't answer yourself today am i fine tomorrow please ask of me and do you know that i don't answer to anyone let alone a person of filth an american a trashgirl a pat whom is yet discussed and perhaps a pat whom is yet to know, and I don't particularly anger myself because my writing corrupted for your happiness isn't kind, to me, and I don't care you put my writing in your shame book it is not that i have it it is in your hand that hatred it is vile and your parents the filth of your children i don't care much except why and how and tell me did you really put your heart into it because i don't interest myself in any such activity yet you put forth tremendous effort in this campaign against me and even in your dark moments i had a not care to give to you you wrote hideous crimes of my name that i have no knowledge of in my epoch it is yet described i lost of my time to your drug to your fancy and you watched how and when i left you is not how i become of myself you took my writing and not just that it is my sound my feelings that I cannot express without saying so you had placed a way out in that is not how i don't know you tell well enough you watch you thrill yourself at my choice not quite of mine that is not my order to be disrespected take of yourself a picture a photograhp and a moving one ask yourself why and how come? i have my photo everywhere i am mina respect me, please.