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Why is your hair like that?

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A: Will you be a witness?

A. Will you be a witness.

Will you be a witness

Why is your hair like that?

Will you be a witness?

A: why is your hair like that

A: Will you be a witness?

Will you be a witness?

Lol 😂😂

This might be unrelated, but as I said, I'm still deminonbinary. Seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STOP THE WITNESSES GUYS

I made this with inferkit Nikki catsoras was a 18 year old who died in a car accident in lake forest califrma she hit a toll in the 241 toll road in her dads porche 922 Carrara her head was crushed and she died of her injuries. her blood tested positive for marijuana both her sisters were drug abuse.
My Nikki rest in peice

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Will you be a witness?

This is an inferkit story i hope you enjoy. So i do not know how to go about this. i went with grandma to buy a pan today but they did not have any.

i had to take my entire stationery, my drum kit, all the wind - up toys i had, and left out some of my pots and pans. when i got home i was crying.

i just have no idea where to start. and you said that when i finished doing this or that that it would be better.

but nothing has changed.

what does it mean to cry out "WHERE ARE MY PARENTS" in a dream??? maybe i am just feeling guilty because i have not yet contacted her.

or maybe this is where i "say goodbye" to her.

i think i may have some sort of inheritance that has my mother's name on it, or a parent's name on it, and in some dream i am having something is in my hands that feels like a sheet of water or something and then i wake up.

it just seems like she does not want to talk to me.

then i start thinking that if she is not living right now that maybe she is off in the ether somewhere, maybe but im not sure at the moment
Thanks, everyone.

I really appreciate the help.

I'm having a hard time keeping the negative ones out of my head.

I'm starting to see an alternate ending to all of this.

As far as what to do, I don't know.

The dream was deeply felt and very realistic.

I am tempted to ask some of the other dreamers for suggestions on how to move on, but I'm not sure they'll be as helpful.

The dream was too real to be a dream.

I was in the dream and my daughter was.

They all lived in an old house that I had not seen before.

They were all gathered together there and it was a happy occasion.

I was sitting with my dog next to me, and I saw that my daughter was playing with my pets.

I got up and went to look and saw that there was a crack in my ceiling and water was coming down.

I wanted to go help them but water came through the door in front of me so I couldn't get to them.

Then my dog turned into a cow and ran away, just as the water rose.

The water finally reached the top of the door and flooded into my computer out of all places WHY THERE.

It almost killed me.

I saw my daughter come down with it.

They lived in the house a long time but never fixed the ceiling or the walls or the carpet.

So there was water everywhere.

(An adventure adventure.)

And the money thing, it really is getting to me.

I am very sad and guilty that I feel it is my fault that she has not contacted me in a long time.

Because I was stressed out, tired, busy and not feeling well, I was not looking at emails everyday.

I do now.

But still I am brokenhearted and do not want her to blame me for something that I have no control over.

I have to hope, I believe, that I do not do or say anything to make her feel she is doing something wrong.

It is difficult to have her living so far away, I don't get to talk to her and we've had little visits.

It is confusing for me and I do not know if I am going to have a breakdown in any of this.

In my dream, the mother I know is not alive, and in the dream we do not have our own house.

I left the picture in the middle of the room because she didn't want to put it away, even though she had plenty of time to do so.

We did have a little house with a bedroom and I remember pulling up the carpet and stuffing the litter box underneath it so that we would have the room set up for her litter box when she came home.

She had just spent a long time and a great deal of money getting her apartment set up for her and I know she did not want to go through that process again just to bring me a new cat.

I really wanted to have a cat again and to get a kitten I felt we were going to get.

I kept going out to the garage and finding out that the "paper work" to adopt a kitten was not complete, so I couldn't get one.

When I had the dream I was so frustrated.

I really want another cat, and I think she wants another kitten.

But now, the scenario that would be acceptable in my mind, is that she has been with someone else, there was no baby, I know nothing of her, but somehow she got her heart broken.

(This could make the least sense.)

This person told her that they would buy her another house and fix it up for her, but I don't think they've done that.

I know she's had the original house I gave her fixed up for her and I know she is happy there, she said that there were still things she needed to do and fix, that were necessary.

And if she was able to do that, then I know she's had to spend money doing it, but she did it for her.

The person she has been with was with someone else, someone who she didn't want to marry, and broke up with him, even though she didn't know what was wrong with her.

And she really was happy about it, but she did not say anything to me.

If she had said she couldn't go through with it, or if she felt she couldn't go through with it, and that this was a huge mistake and I should not buy her another house or take care of her, then I wouldn't have done so.

Even though it was not in the very last few weeks of my mother's life when the real estate was right around where she was living.

I would have done it at the right time.

And I would have respected her wishes at the right time, like now.

I would never have gone and got her the house for her.

My sister, her neighbor, has offered to let her stay with her.

And her friend that has been friends with her for so long, her friend has offered to help her.

And I do not know what to do.

In my mind, I want her to have a place with a lot of room, where I could visit and she would be comfortable.

But I don't know what to do.

I don't want her to have an unhappy life, and I do not want her to die alone.

I think she wants the same things I want.

So I wonder if my mind is trying to figure out something I need to do or change in my life.

I have dreams about her too.

I have dreamed that I've been to see her and she was just dying.

And then I have dreams where she's there and it's great.

I have no idea what to make of these dreams.

Maybe it's a feeling that I need to help her.

That she needs me and I'm going to do that.

But maybe not.

Maybe I just need to accept the fact that she's gone.

Maybe I'm looking too much into it.

I know I've heard of people who feel that when their soul mate dies, their spirit is not really dead, but is sleeping.

And they visit their soul mate all the time.

They do not think that the person is really gone.

That's how I feel about my mom.

She's still here with me.

I have not had a dream that she was dying or anything.

Maybe that's it, I don't really believe that she's dead.

If she's really dead, then why do I have dreams about her, and then this dream about her being with someone else, and I know she's not with someone else.

And then she came back, but it was at a time when my soulmate was alive.

And I know that if my mom's soul mate is alive, then I'm sure that he will also visit my mother.

Maybe my mom's soul mate is still alive, and maybe that's how I feel when I see him.

Because I just haven't had that feeling that she's gone.

And when I read my sister's note, I asked, "Are you going to take care of her?"

And my sister said she didn't think so, that there were people who could help her.

But my mother had to decide to stay.

So I don't know.

I think I need to ask her about what happened when she was sick and she was confused.

And I'm wondering if I have questions I need to ask her, if she will answer.

I don't want to take the chance of my questions being answered in a way I don't want to hear.

I know I shouldn't expect her to remember everything, but I feel like I might not get the answers that I want.

And I think she might get upset with me if she can't answer my questions.

I don't want to hurt her feelings.

I just need answers.

I want to know what happened.

Or I think I do.

I think I do.

I've had a few ideas about what I want to ask her, but I'm not sure.

I'm not sure if I want to hear anything, but I need to know.

It's like I have this need inside of me to know what happened.

My mother is dead, and I want to know why.

And then maybe, it will give me a small piece of mind, or maybe not.

Because maybe my mom is happy now, with someone who loves her, and is happy.

And maybe she's okay with me knowing this.

But she may not be okay with it.

I don't know.

What do you think?

Has this happened to you before?

Do you know why your mother didn't die when you thought she should?

I don't know.

I'm lost.

Any ideas?

I'm in shock.

And I don't know what to do.

I want to have answers.

I need answers.

I need to know how she died.

How did she die?

And I need to know if she's okay now.

I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself this question.

And I have to ask again, "Why didn't she die?"

The answer that I keep coming up with, is that I am her daughter and I'm not meant to lose my mom.

So maybe she's still living.

But I'm not sure.

I just don't know.

When I was a kid I believed in heaven and hell.

I believed that after I die, I would be in the arms of Jesus in heaven.

And then when I got older I believed that hell would be a place where horrible things would happen to people.

And when I got older still, I believed that I was in hell, and that I would never get out.

My mom had a personality transplant and became the opposite of who she was before.

The person who was always strong and full of faith and love, suddenly disappeared and was replaced by someone I didn't even recognize.

I have wondered how I went from being such a good person to being a horrible, selfish person.

A selfish person who went through life seeking the approval of others.

And when I did receive their approval, I did whatever I wanted.

And when I wanted their approval, I went even further away from who I was and became someone I didn't even know.

A person that did something i did not LIKE.

Why is your hair like that?

will you be a witness?

why is your hair like that

Will you be a witness?

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Mark has seen the true meaning of fear

Why is your hair like that?

This might be unrelated, but I'm still deminonbinary. Seriously.

A: Will you be a witness

Will you be a witness?

Why is your hair like that?

Why is your hair like that

Wernicke's aphasia the simulator?

A: Why is your hair like that?

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When he blurred that text out, i wasnt expecting racism, i was expecting a ronald mcdonald erotica.

Ultraracist superintelligence

AI: [writes a proper prompt with disturbing monologue]
Also AI: PIZZA WITH APPLES

A: will you be a witness?

Mark is the AI guy

Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up
Smile, don’t give up

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Why is your hair like that?

AI just finds text from the internet that match what you put in and “generates” already written stories from blogs, Reddit posts and archived novels. So AI just copyrights, still cool though…

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