Since we are connected and the eyes of mine are connected to them, those family line of mine, and it is also being sent to the television because we are filled with frequency. I myself saw it in early year 2000 when I was still a kid. There i realized what is happening. There is a proof and that's what it is, plus the voices inside the head, that would always always and always insist I am just hallucinating letting me forsake the reality. Madness will always devour me. The voices inside of us are rude. Very rude that it will torment you 24/7 in a week. Every minute feels like torture toward us. Now you know the eyes of the government. Now we are already in the futuristic world of 2025, where frequency is much more different compared to the ones we have before. Because right now, Internet exist. Hovering satellite exist, semding signals and frequency beyond the ground surface and cell site, and towers and IT infrastructure were already built. Then the telepathy and neural link was made possible. That is the findings that I would like to share as one of those that are being mutilated inside the brain where no one knows it exist. The eyes, all of us, all of us, do have it. Then because of the rapid change in technology whatever we see and what we think, we're now made possible by technology. However the torture is too much for us to bare. The insult inside the head, is too much. He stood up, from his desk. Calm, yet there is a brewing of storm that is about to resurface. For the man himself writing on a note, is being insulted day and night. He stood and the heat inside of him started to arise. Then what comes next is the head. Bulging nerve on the forehead appear. He is dyed dyed with red. In a single moment, storm arises. Fist, fist, sharp claw of the nails, went deep on his fist. That a mark of blood starts to appear. However the man himself had to control so he went to the nearby window. There he saw a great views, a magnificient view. Then he gave out a big relief of sigh. Wind comes out of him and he checked his palm. There he saw the great mark of blood. "I almost went for a rampage. It has been several years, since the government are watching me. Torturing me silently, like no one knows it. I hope they could fix it. Plus the community. Well they could hear it, and they all are immature enough to be at silence. Oh what a life.". Then he looked on his notes. There papers and papers starts to appear, carried by the wind. On it where the photos and biography of those who are like him. Watched and murdered by the government silently. In the head. An image of a woman, who jumped off the third floor did appear. She too was tortured inside the head, made her commit suicide in the eyes of the public. It was a clean Homicide case, that no culprit are recorded. It was mystery Homicide case, where in no killers are recorded, because it was hidden in the public. "But I could hear it, i myself could hear it. Their wailing and grieve right before they died, commiting suicide. Thats only one of those person who were basked on an imaginary pressure that would always turn someone into a lunatic, psychopath and ending dead, dead with out any justice.

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