Labas, Lora,
Prisimeni mane? Tai aš, 15 minučių nuo tavęs gyvenanti draugė, Rugilė. Vis dar neapsisprendžiu, kada tu turėtum gauti šį laišką, po kelių metų, tu visa tai...
labas! Zinai ka?...*Trūksta teksto dalies*
Dear Future Me,
I can't believe you're already 15...I still remember when you were seven, with your erratic tantrums and (incredibly) round face...
15 is a magical year. Did everything go well?...
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
come on this website and look at a letter and there all in fucking polish or some shit, what the fuck is this...a joke and a farce and a joke again



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