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The site iamhischosen.wordpress.com presently has a traffic classification of zero (the smaller the more users). We have analyzed sixteen pages within the web site iamhischosen.wordpress.com and found zero websites referencing iamhischosen.wordpress.com. We have unearthed one mass network sites acquired by this website.
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The site iamhischosen.wordpress.com is seeing alternating amounts of traffic all through the year.
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We found that the main root page on iamhischosen.wordpress.com took five hundred and two milliseconds to download. I detected a SSL certificate, so we consider this site secure.
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I am His chosen my journeyDESCRIPTION
my journeyPARSED CONTENT
The site had the following in the homepage, "The Death of a Dream." I noticed that the web site stated " August 22, 2011 by iamhischosen." They also stated " I can still remember hearing that I had made the list. I couldnt wait to get home and tell my Mom that I had made this group. We were having a ceremony Friday night to receive our certificates, I couldnt wait! My Mom had told me for years to do something with your life! Then one summerI found Christ. I gave up all of my dreams. I was taught, that the best thing to do with your life, was to giv."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
I Am His Helpmeet
Monday, May 2, 2016. FPC has the largest fleet of pump trucks, vactor trucks and stands ready to handle any size job and all emergency flooding issues.
Hidden in the Trees
Saturday, August 20, 2011. I can no longer access the City. I can hear a sound above me- knives scraping against the floor. I hear whispers, telling me to just give it all up, and a gray blur moves in the corner of my eye. One way or another, I am going to die soon.