Trapped in a broken body, a body that doesn't work properly.
Maybe thats why we always takes about the soul, because it is flouting, something you cant touch, and somehow two people are nothing alike.I do like the thought that I am a soul on eternal wandering, from body to body, in all different shapes and colors.
And yet when you are sick you want a new body, but you want to stay in you're surroundings, and with this family, husband etc.
I want anew body, but don't want to leave this life, I want to finish it as an old lady with grandkids and my family around me.

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