before you can say a word, let me reassure, the life of a spirit, is always so much more. you may believe it haunts you, and follows you day by day, yet most of the time it protects you, more than i can say. the life of a spirit is bountyful, it may chase your thoughts, yet in the prime of your lifetime, you just may have forgot. its not a stranger following you, moreso a friend. a protecter of your heart, or the grim reaper of your sin. a spirit is also possessing to the very scent of your soul, the more you welcome it the more it takes on a role. i know my heart is followed, as is my soul, but fear is not apart of me, i learned to welcome the gift a long time ago. yet even in my darkest times, the glory of it always showed. so i'll take the life of this spirit, and be thankful it chose me. and when the day of judgement comes, then will every human body see, that every spirit latches on, and will never be only me.Birth sign: Aries
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