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Dear Me,


Hello, young one

I am here to deliver a message

You might be too young to understand

But a good dose of wisdom can be a blessing.

It's odd to be advised by a future self

But I wish I had known these tricks when I was your age

So pay close attention and keep these words in mind

Because for once, I'll be my own personal sage.

There are times where the dark clouds will just not leave

There will be days where these times will bring you pain

There will be seasons where a storm decides to stay

But just remember that you can always learn to love the rain

Enjoy your guides, since they are the only ones you have

They've made their mistakes and will make even more

But treat them with respect and love them until the end

Because they are greater than what you could ever ask for.

Be noble. Don't compare yourself to others

Not craving another person's life can be rough

But the only time you should look at your neighbors bowl

Is to see if they have enough.

It's fun to hate and it's easy to complain

But it gets you what you want and not what you need

Stop pointing fingers and work on yourself

Because blaming others will not make you succeed.

You dreams might seem impossible at times

But then again, no one thought the Wrights would ever fly

You are not ridiculous, just positive

So don't let yourself and others tell you lies.

I need to be honest with you:

Sometimes life can throw you around a bit

Sometimes the glass will appear half empty

But that's alright, since it could be a glass of shit.

Everything is awesome

Not everything is lost.

Just flow with whatever comes at you

And live your life at any cost.

I hope you grow up to be better than me

I hope you comprehend more things than I did

I hope you get through tough times with a smile on your face

I hope you see in the mirror the greatest person someone can be.

 

P.S.

 

11th grade, second period, French class

Ask that one girl out on a date

I recently saw her and said she would've said yes

But for me, it is now too late.

 

-You

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