Nadiya A.A.M. Mohado (Sheikh Nur) 30-11-1995 Sunday, 25 July 2021 Megen, The Netherlands
Infinite. I go back in times where I am stuck in years of his failed ways to end. Me. My days go on. My life goes on. The devil's heart seems to be stopped at killing. And trying to. Infinite... At first it showed. I ran away from days where insanity would run after me. Eventually I would see the light. When his message came right through me: You are loved. Saved right during these cold corona times. I would scream as if I would enter this planet for help on 7 March 2021. Even though I am still growing and learning. How to love? How to breathe? How to forget? I find these things out by doing. Sometimes it's easy. I, love. And so I feel. I breathe. And so I live. I move on. And so I forget. The devil's ways are infinite. Or were? From a distance I feel the damage. Heat or pressure probably caused by laserlight, invisible to see with our eyes. I imagined how it would look like: Infrared but green, me dancing on frequencies and stopping the motion. A room filled with lines, as if the laserlight could measure my height. My position. My movement. Me. The heat or force (?) causes oedema in my belly. I think. It hurts. After a while it shows recovery. Weakest spot of creatures: Abdomen. I sleep on my belly at night. Since being a child. From this spot right now I see the damage. I would have an orgasm and pay the price for it. I Hidden communism during cold times got me stuck in I seem to have something that only men should have And so some ghosts want to steal my feminine parts It goes on.
start to look pregnant. While being 76,6 KG. 1,77M height. 69cm waist. the middle. I guess, mostly. away. Why?
Infinite.
Another question follows. Why should I look pregnant?! Or fat? As I just had my period. What a miracle it is. Since my very first orgasm in 2015 I am fighting to keep my lady flower protected. As I am in danger. Only because I felt? And after years again feel? Pleasure? I am not ashamed of anything so pure. I am not ashamed of being stalked by dangerous men and stalked by not dangerous men who protect me against these crazy wolves. It is not my fault. I think it goes like this. Answers I never get.