If I could write a letter and send it to my younger self



I promise you. You will get over it. Sooner or later.
One day, it will mean nothing.
Nothing more but a faded memory. 
A faded photography.
Maybe not forgotten, but you will get over it.
I promise.

Jag skulle ändå inte trott på det. Jag vet.

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