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Copilot thing comp.
Up-1; My bed is not safe. My house is not safe. I want calm when at house. I am uncomfortable like placing your hand ontop of a toaster till the toast flings up. Burning, like how a survivor of an atomic bomb zone feels the radz. This is intentional. There is someone who feels a reason in harming my self. They are a bad person - be the police cooperative - they should have left the assaults elsewhere. My bed is unsafe. I am hurt. These two things do not mix. I am having trouble healing and need not try to find mortal reason. This house is being destroyed by my stalker. 9 days ago, as of this script, I was awoken by a pitiful person whom only sneaks. This is my stalker. They are a bitch with not the slightest misinterpritation. My stalker is profligate frugal and beligerantly incompitent. Even I could avoid the law. My stalker finds this an accomplishment I can tell. Haha, if only. My stalker is aware of his inaffectiveness. My stalker does not actually feel nor find accomplishment, because there has been a big Z, neil, notta, zip, nothing towards the direction of success. My stalker is frankly impotent. Useless stalker. Missery makes missery. My stalker is trying to find or feel similarity. A common ground after finding commonality, to cooperate for mutual glee. This stalking is a failure. Who should die like a propane explosive in a storage? My stalker, this is the case that my stalker should at least scrap this stalking. If not the balls to scrap the situation due to a lack of capability and compitence. I wish almost. My stalker, he deserves no wish. I can stalk myself. Why stalk another to display there presence discomfort? I am uncomfortable. Police found a method to dissmay me and to continue pressing resume on and for my stalker instead of obeying the law. The officers implicated are unfit for guardianship. Impotent parenthood.
Cunt. The stalker is shaking my bed. My water bottle is see-through and I am not shaking my bottle, yet there are unnatural movements causedly similar to a concious person(s)'s shenanigons. Some retarded person is my stalker.

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