😀 Jah kno
I am all good, when mi pree yaad uzimi.
As I wake up in this shit here in Sweden, I feel trapped. I don't feel good.
When I'm here, I feel as a slave. They check so that I eat the medicine they force me to eat, every third week Their medication leads me to become tierd, all the wile...
However, I have met a Jamaican that's a wonderful person. I so wish to go to him, but I don't know if the hospital will try to stop me.
And end of this month I have a trial to attend to. They are trying to charge me for some weed that was in my cabin. I never saw it and it wasnt mine...
I have finally met somebody in Jamaica with the same wishes and thoughts I have. He is a hardworking Rastaman. And I am a woman named Ella.Mi waah leave dis ya fridge zeen.
Now I will try to sleep..
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