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There's always singing coming from the boiler room of my house. I know it's her it has to be. The savior of my broken mind. She's in my dreams soothing my inner child, not in therapy terms. The me from my past life who was a little girl that died from a stray bullet in a shootout in the 1800s. I have dreams of lives so vivid I have never lived with......   reply
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