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I can't feel my soul, but I'm certain it's there. There are no MRI's or CAT scans of it There are no people that make it glow like it used to. But before bed, each night, I put a pen to paper and it pours from my fingertips. I don't know how else to explain it. I'm sure it's there.*
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Impalpable Spirits.
I can't feel my soul, but I'm certain it's there. There are no MRI's or CAT scans of it There are no people that make it glow like it used to. But before bed, each night, I put a pen to paper and it pours from my fingertips. I don't know how else to explain it. I'm sure it's there.*
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
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