Guardian
From the depths of my soul beyond the reaches of humanity time and space do I reflect through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear not for there are more mischievous things out there which are not of my understanding. I feel a heart of stone crushing crumbling to my last breath. Evil lurks to creep in undoubtedly undeniably diabolic.
My guardian rushes to aid and protect me from any harm. I know her and she knows me, but we do not speak. It is the sense of each other, the feeling of warmth and compassion of this oneness we have a bond unlike any other. She is a symbol of My higher power sent to watch over me, guide me, my personal secret cheerleader, a shoulder to cry on the only person other than my higher power rooting for me each and every step of the way no matter the situation and no judgement in her eyes.
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