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Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Let It Go



Finally spoken to someone about the spirits today, and it feels good to be able to speak to someone who can totally understand the situation because they shared what you have been through. We both share the same sentiments that not everyone can take or understand what we have seen.  

I always have doubts on how true it is for all my encounters...
She told me that seems like there is someone who has been desperately trying to get my attention.
If so...
Not the best way I supposed?
So much blood, so much slamming...
Calm down and talk properly.
Otherwise I won't know what you want.

Anyway.
In some sense, I do agree with her that this is a gift.

And she, is a much worse case than I do.
At least when I wake up, I am still having my own life. She can't, for she has that gift to see them all the time.

Tonight's picture, was what she shared.



























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