Shadows Of What Used To Be Poem by Amelie Ison

Later in the day, and last but not least, you actually essage

In sum, you are a TOTAL BULLSHITTER who is actually afraid of her own shadow, so it makes sense for you to draw strength in BRITISH BULLSHIT PROPAGANDA, which is true bullshit, taking the Micky's. BULLSHIT ON. No one believes you, gives an F about you.

because you are a nationalist, a thoughtless one, lost in British propaganda of the past, Wharton's—More Than 100 years past, you no part of this in any way—they don't need a snot-nosed little girl, a pathological liar singing their praises—you mere Tra- - less needed than anyone!

And you gravitate to war, war hero's, war poets.

Appreciate your Poem to all that died and survived for our freedom. My father was in D.Day.

Just more of your attempts to manipulate you sorry excuse for a human being. Your dog and cat make you look smaller and plainer in appearance than you are. Try liking yourself, clearly you don't, nor does anyone else like a pathological, pompose liar who puts on airs—royalty my . Trash.

You actually message me today when I message you—this never happened before. So why today? Because you know you are in real trouble now, and you message me, then disappear to provoke me—just more attempts to msnme you sorry piece of dung. E

You actually message me when I message you—this never happening.

You actually