Derma drinks: I’m in the middle of a fight for my life!

I have been fighting my way out of a coma for four days and it’s been the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I’m a single mother of two and I’ve been living with severe back pain since last August.

The last time I was able to work I was in a nursing home, but the first few months of my life were a blur.

I’ve had a lot of bad luck.

I’ve had people try to take advantage of me by offering me jobs that I can’t even find, such as bartending.

It’s been an experience I’ve never thought I’d go through, but now I know how difficult it can be to find a job if you’re unemployed.

In August, I was asked by a friend to take a job at a cafe in the heart of the city.

The job was advertised for people in their late 20s and early 30s and I was excited to be able to get to know my new colleagues.

I walked into the cafe on my own and saw a very large group of people.

They all seemed very happy, but I was terrified.

I didn’t know what to expect.

I went to the counter to ask for my ID, which I had forgotten.

I was shocked to see that they had told me to wait for a cab.

I said I had nothing to hide, and asked if I could have my ID back.

They told me that they didn’t have any documents and asked me to take my ID and show it to the driver.

When I went to pick up my ID at the cafe, I felt scared and anxious.

The driver was very friendly, but he seemed like he was taking advantage of people by telling them that I was a criminal and that they needed to be careful.

He said he would come back with me at the next cafe, which is the one I had chosen.

When he left, I didn´t know if he was going to be back.

I was so nervous, I couldn´t even take my shoes off.

I told him that I had been robbed and that I didn`t want to go home alone and was scared of the drivers.

I went back to the cafe and waited.

After that, the police came and took me to a police station where they asked me questions about my criminal past and my mental health.

I felt so relieved that I could get my ID.

I asked if they would give me money to go to the hospital, but they told me they didn´T have enough money to do that.

The police asked me if I wanted to go back to jail and to explain that they were going to take me back to court to get my money.

But I said that they weren´t going to do anything against me and that it would be a waste of time.

The next day, the cafe manager came and asked what was wrong with me.

I explained to him that this was a place that I enjoyed and that my boyfriend was the owner.

He said that he was the one who had taken advantage of this situation and asked my ID to get me to leave the cafe.

I told him what had happened and I said to him, ‘It`s a waste because this is how it is.’

He said, ‘No, this is what they do.

They arrest you.’

I told them I would fight them and told them that if they didn`T fight, I would have to get the money to get back to work.

At the next coffee shop, I got a phone call from a woman who told me she had found out that I worked there and that she wanted to meet me.

She was very nervous because I was the only one she knew who had worked there.

I just stood there with my head down, crying, and the woman asked if she could give me my ID card.

I couldn`t get it, and when I got it, it was empty.

After I was given my ID the woman was so shocked that she didn`tt even ask if I was working there, she just said, “What are you doing here?”

The police told her that I wasn´t working and that if she had known I worked, she wouldn`t have come to meet with me in the first place.

She said, `I have to go see my boyfriend.

He`ll be here tomorrow.’

I felt very sad.

I wasn`t sure what to do.

She told me I had to leave because she was afraid that if I went home alone, she might be kidnapped and raped.I said, �No, I`ll go home.

I will fight for justice.

I`m still alive.

I don`t care what happens to me, but if they take me, I want them to give me some money to stay home.

After being given the money, I went out to a park and waited for a police officer.

He was nice and told me, `You`ll