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When I was thirteen, I wrote a letter. I've changed since then, but I'll get it back in two years' time.
The letter was to myself, saying what I wanted from life. I didn't know then. I put down a career and to skydive.
The same as everybody else did.

But now I know I was wrong.
I want to fall madly in love.
I want to collect seashells then lose them again.
I want to weave my own dreamcatchers then laugh because them working is against the laws of physics and logic.
I want to kiss and hug.
I want to stay up all night.
I want to forget a meal.
I want to move out, live broke, make it rich.
I want to love.
I want to find happiness.

I don't mind when.
I don't mind where or how or with who or with anyone.

I don't know why.

But I was wrong before.
Skydiving isn't for me.
I want a truthful letter.

Dear me.
You'll think this is lame in a week.
Don't hope too high.
Don't slip too slow.
Don't forget who you were and are.
Celine would say "sweet dreamings"
Sweet dreamings indeed.

Description
When I was thirteen, I wrote a letter. I've changed since then, but I'll get it back in two years' time.
The letter was to myself, saying what I wanted from life. I didn't know then. I put down a career and to skydive.
The same as everybody else did.

But now I know I was wrong.
I want to fall madly in love.
I want to collect seashells then lose them again.
I want to weave my own dreamcatchers then laugh because them working is against the laws of physics and logic.
I want to kiss and hug.
I want to stay up all night.
I want to forget a meal.
I want to move out, live broke, make it rich.
I want to love.
I want to find happiness.

I don't mind when.
I don't mind where or how or with who or with anyone.

I don't know why.

But I was wrong before.
Skydiving isn't for me.
I want a truthful letter.

Dear me.
You'll think this is lame in a week.
Don't hope too high.
Don't slip too slow.
Don't forget who you were and are.
Celine would say "sweet dreamings"
Sweet dreamings indeed.