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souls are recycled.

maybe ancestry is more than past.

ancient relatives spreading themselves

through new blood.

never fully in control,

always giving instinctual support.

out of place reminders of heritage.

some stronger than others.

they want a voice again

to pass their story.

i am me.

this is my soul.

there are other energies

helping mine through this life.

we are all in this together.

i have control.

my body, my mind.

there are clues leading me

through lives which came before me.

they take refuge in this vessel.

when i die, my soul will find

a new body to guide.

the old energy inside is freed.

i carry values and beliefs 

that i have lived.

i bring my soul into new blood

as a weird reminder of their past.