I read something that posed the theoretical question "What if, in your first breath of life, you breathed in your soul. Every breath afterwards would have a bit of your soul in it, and when you lose the last piece, you die. They say you become more like the people you're close to all the time, and maybe it's because you're breathing in their soul pieces."
If that's true, then I'll breath deep, and hope that the pieces of your soul infuse me with all the things about you I love.
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