I would belive this darkeyes.

I was younger and I was sitting in my room cryin my eyes out overy my boyfrined hitting me for the first time. I sensed a presence and I just leaned into it and every time I get really down, I can feel my Grandmother at my side. I hve seen her "spirt' lots of times..
It is all in how you belive.. I do not think it was a ghost I know who it was..

Sometime I will hve to tell you about my near death expericne on the O.R. table...

<font color=purple>The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
- G.K. Chesterton
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