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I’m the sick one??

“I refuse to stay silent anymore!!!!”

 I am just sick to death with her and her and the snakes she slithers with! I just can’t believe God would give a child to someone so evil!! Then I sit and think of the mother’s that have killed their children and some days I wish she would have been one of them mothers just so I don’t have to live with her abuse!! I begged DFAS to take me when I was younger and she lied her way out of it to be able to keep me only to continue her evil ways and have her personal alibi so she could still, cheat and fraud any system she could, I covered so much because she programmed me and I knew she had a one up on the system after I called DFAS on her!! I wish so much she wasn’t so good at her lying/cheating/stealing game but she is and it’s cost the death of my dad, my son and she is working on the death of me.. my heart can’t take much more.. I seriously have prayed to just die and go to wherever I’m meant to be because it has to be better than the hell her and her friends put us through!! I can’t wait to get all the recordings up so people can truly see her for who she is.. and sadly even as sick as he is; he is going to hear another side of her and things she’s said about him too! They are both just down right EVIL! And he calls me the sick one.. obviously he’s not looked in the mirror or looked into her eyes hard enough.. 

Amanda in color “You’re Sick” YouTube




https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ-IEwi6cUI

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