Thread by @MyLordBebo

🇺🇸 EPSTEIN WANTED TO MAKE GENETICALLY SUPERIOR HUMANS!?

🗣️ Girl for breeding: “Please release me from this torture and hell!”

DIARY OF A GIRL IMPREGNATED BY EPSTEIN FOR THE SUPERIOR GENE POOL:

“There is no such thing as a child prostitute! They are children and cannot consent!”

-> You could cry reading this. The girl’s diary describes how they forcibly took her newborn:

“In the hall, Ghislaine said she was beautiful. She’s a beautiful girl!
I heard her! Where is she? Why did she stop whimpering?

She was born! I heard the tiny cries!
I can’t do this anymore!”

🧬 They impregnated her to make superior humans: “He makes her feel my tummy and it’s so sad and confusing. Superior gene pool? Why me?”

They took her baby after birth: “I only got 10 to 15 minutes to hold and feed her before they took her.

She is mine! I want her back!!!”

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Diary:

Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes. Don’t speak, she doesn’t talk.

I can’t stop shaking and it’s been a week.

A decision was made but I can’t tell Jeffrey. These things happen. Why didn’t I close my eyes fast enough?

The doctor was different again.
I think from Israel.

He had kind eyes but didn’t speak directly to me. This was different.
A shot and those rod-like things had a hook and so much pain.

Ghislaine said to push all the pain away. I don’t understand.

Blood and water all over the bed and she was right.
Like the feeling when your tummy hurts and you have to push.

She said to close my eyes and put her hands over my eyes, but I didn’t close them because of these tiny cries.

I am so lost.

I saw between her fingers this tiny head and body in the doctor’s hands. It reached its tiny arm up and had a tiny foot.

I closed my eyes and no more.

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cries.

I don’t understand.

They just say these things happen.
But he doesn’t believe that.

They yelled and screamed. He said it would be the same in a couple of months, and she said she was fed up with it all.

I don’t understand what is going on and no one will tell me.

I can’t go to school like this.
I can’t stop shaking.

Why won’t anyone make it stop?
I know Ghislaine is trying but nothing changes.
Why didn’t I close my eyes?

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In the hall, Ghislaine said she was beautiful.
She was
Not is.

She was a beautiful girl!
I heard her!

Where is she?
Why did she stop whimpering?
She was born!
I heard the tiny cries!
I can’t do this anymore!

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A poem about dead babies!

Stillborn

These poems do not live: it’s a sad diagnosis.

They grew their toes and fingers well enough.
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people,
it wasn’t for any lack of mother-love.

O I cannot understand what happened to them!

They are proper in shape and number and every part.
They sit so nicely in the pickling fluid.

They smile and smile and smile and smile at me.
And still the lungs won’t fill and the heart won’t start.

They are not pigs, they are not even fish,

though they have a piggy and fishy air.

It would be better if they were alive, and that’s what they were.
But they are dead, and their mothers near dead with distraction,

and they stupidly stare and do not speak of her.

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He was right.
A couple of months and two pink lines with a hold on being with others until after it was positive.

I want to die.

Why didnt she protect me?

As long as I am wearing what you want. There is no respect for me as a human.

I am nothing but your property and incubator!

You only trust me when I am under your complete CONTROL

I will never trust another man EVER!

I am the only one who provides and sacrifices EVERYTHING

I give and give out of terror and you take ALL of me

You need me to continue … Keeping us all connected

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[clipping: Unlike drugs, a child's body can be sold over and over]

This is not surprising but there is no such thing as a child prostitute!

They are children and cannot consent!
They are missing the biggest in my own backyard and so many more!
Like Maralago and where I see Mr. Joe and Mrs. Anne.

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our finance department deals with all the paperwork.

Unfortunately the finance department is also family.

I was born a slave

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“Please release me from this torture and hell!”

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Page about releasing slaves.

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Controlled ALL by Jeffrey!
All the time!
Get away from it all.

And go to New Mexico? What the hell?

This makes no sense. What about school?
Behind the scenes.

He is now controlling EVERYTHING when it used to be Ghislaine who some days acts like she hates me.

Secrets of… all of them.

I am tired of keeping this secret.

I know people are wondering but I can’t tell!
I am exhausted!

Broken promises… I don’t understand
why she treats me some days like I’m the enemy but
then we lie in bed together and she is how she used to be, warm.

He makes her feel my tummy and it’s so sad and confusing.

Superior gene pool?! Why me?

It makes no sense.
Why my hair color and eye color?

That feels very Nazi-like but in thinking about these stupid insane theories he has, I guess in his mind it makes sense.

The piano and music comments are made to convince me this is right and will create perfect offspring, he calls them.

I don’t think it works that way and it’s making me hate playing altogether.

Piano or viola. I am starting to resent them both.

I miss the person I was before I was made into what feels like a human incubator.

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My friend x realized much of everything and came to get me out of Marys.

She made me leave all things of value on the bed.

She put all my belongings in trash bags.
I have maybe avoided NM.

I have been staying with friends but never more than two or three nights because my mother is on the war path.

PERSON 1 have been so great but PERSON 2 saw me changing and knows about the baby.

He said he promise to help me and will figure out what to do

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“I couldn’t stay under the same roof”

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My heart belonged to her.

She was so beautiful.

She was perfect. I can’t bring myself to write what happened.

I am beyond broken.

I only got 10 to 15 minutes to hold and feed her before they took her.

She is mine!

I want her back!!!!

Distraught!

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Poem: Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.

I want to fill it with color and ducks
The zoo of the new

Whose names you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star

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HELP ME!
PLEASE CANT ANYONE FIND ME?

[clipping with date: National Geographic, September 2003]

Barely (survived all those) procedures.

My heart is GONE.

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April 22nd I had no choice.

I wasnt ready and she wasnt ready.

My mother had found me and it was urgent.

After so many bonding moments with Jeffrey, Ghislaine, their baby inside me with me in the middle she wouldnt even look at me.

We said nothing to one another and I was so confused

When we arrived at Palm Beach I was taken to a house close to Jeffrey’s I think called Ocean Blvd or Str

But it was close and I was ALONE except for the new driver not Mr Juan

An elderly French lady whose pictures on the wall didn’t have her.

She had a thick accent and was kind.

Said she had been born to deliver babies and had been doing so before I was born.

Similar as the last one with shot and
hook but too much blood with so much water and unbearable pain.

She put her hands inside of me and seemed worried.

I didnt understand. Something about the baby facing wrong way and putting ...

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pressure on a placenta?

Things would have to be different.

She said I had to be brave and strong and listen to her directions so she could help safely get the baby out.

I was TERRIFIED seeing so much blood on the bed and floor and started to panic.

She had me flip over to my hands and knees and had me push and push and it was so excruciating.

I could feel everything as she tried to guide the baby out but I was so tired.

I felt I was dying but suddenly she had caught a beautiful baby girl who made more than a whimper but beautiful cries.

She let me hold her and washed her and brought her back clean and perfect.

She smelled so good and showed me how to feed her.

But only after maybe 15 minutes Mr. M came to take her I hysterical!

and begged for more time.

He said those horrible girls were in the car wanting but I wouldnt let her go.

The old woman promised me she would be safe and I had to let go. 4 pounds 10 ounces 18.

5 inches long with beautiful long fingers.

I am dead inside.

Life has no meaning

I dont want to be here

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Poem, Edge

The woman (girl) is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body!
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

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Jean Luc Brunel is a disgusting pig with bad breath and I am almost positive does these disgusting things because he is struggling with maybe being gay!

6 weeks wasnt even given before being sent back.

Punishment for trying to run.

Why can no one help me.

Ghislaine is gone.

I am so lost and my heart is broken.

Is this my...destiny.

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I need them, everyone... all to see.

I still always dream to build a better world.

She went from being a beautiful young girl to a sad broken child...

but maybe a hope that after it all, I still truly had it within herself.

One day I aspire to be like this...

she came in like a lamb and went out like a lioness.

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