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Hey! It’s me again – your Soul. 
Not an angel. Not a fluffy light ball. 
ME – the one who’s been trying to talk to you for three incarnations.

Remember when you begged the Universe: 
“Give me a sign!” 
So I did:
– 11:11 
– A feather 
– An Uber driver named Angel 
– A dream with a unicorn whispering “do it” 

And you? 
“Hmmm… weird coincidence.” 

**COINCIDENCE?!** 
Darling, I’m staging a mystical flash mob, and you think it’s a yogurt ad?

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Then you ask: 
“Who am I?” 
And what do you do? 
You take a quiz: *What type of baguette were you in a past life?* 
Spoiler: dry. Gluten-free. Emotionally unavailable.

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You say: 
“I want to grow spiritually.” 
And then:

🧘 Monday – Meditation 
🕯️ Tuesday – Shadow work 
📱 Wednesday – 6 hours on TikTok because “the algorithm is guiding me” 

Come on.

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I love you. Really. 
But sometimes I want to send you on an ego detox and a drama fast.

I’m not your GPS. 
I’m your soul. 
And I know that if you *really* want to find yourself – you’ll get off Instagram and sit in silence. 
For five minutes. 
With yourself.

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🪽 Thank you. I love you. But seriously… get it together. 
🎤 Drop the sage. You’re already on fire.

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