I’ll tell you how I know I’m reincarnated. I knew everything and everyone as a child. I knew the truth. I knew that something bad would happen to me and I needed to leave my home. I knew I wasn’t loved. I desperately wanted to go heaven in the clouds. At 5. Possibly younger.

As the years went on things got bad. I became trapped and abused. Lied to. One by one my trust was betrayed by the people around me. My mind destroyed a long with the possibilities of my lifetime. Now I am holding on to life but I have lost my soul to human nature and my reincarnated habitat/situation. I knew these people were not my friends and family. I knew I had been placed with them. I knew I didn’t belong and I needed to find my home somewhere else out there. Everything happened like I knew it would. My efforts were all redundant. This has all happened before.