I Want to Believe

I want to believe she is somewhere, she is looking at me everyday, she listens to me when I talk to her in my car on my way home every evening.
I want to believe that she still exists though her body was cremated and nothing remains with me except some of her hair I gathered from her brush.
I want to see her in my dream and in my successful astral projection in the future.

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