Hi my name is Helene!

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

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- I am the girl who got kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. - I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. - I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. - We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. - I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. - I am the foster-child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. - I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that put me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. - I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating from high-school. It was just too much to bear. - We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. - I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting management called on me. - I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. - I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. - I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. - I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. - I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me only lesbians do that. - I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. - I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always have to deal with society hating me. - I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. - I am the person who has to hide what this world needs the most; love. - I am the son who is afraid of telling his loving, Christian parents I love another male.