Lift the Veil
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Last published Sat, Jul 31, 2021
Have you ever watched those psychic shows where they have this person that claims they're Psychic? They take them to all these supposedly haunted locations and they talk to the deceased. Most are fakes or they're only sensitive to a degree. The real full blown psychics yeah they're not going to put themselves on anybody's radar especially not a TV show. See we're introverts. We don't know how to really deal with the living nor does the living know how to deal with us. We know we're freaks and that people are frightened of our abilities so we stay clear of them. Unfortunately we're beacons to the spirit world so the spirits tend to find us. So you learn to deal with it. Unless you're me and no matter what you do the public eye and spirit realm find you at the same time. I swear I'm cursed.
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