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A Letter to My Sixteen Year-Old Self
Dear sweet sixteen drama queen:
I know you don't want my advice,
But shut your smart mouth and listen.
The last decade has been quite a ride
And I want to share my wisdom.
Don't think you're above getting tickets -
When you drive, keep an eye on your speed.
And don't brush your teeth so roughly
Or your gums will start to recede.
Make time for being creative -
Write and paint as much as you can.
When school ends, you'll be working
And time will slip through your hands.
You're not immune to tragedy;
Every heart is destined to break.
You'll witness death, sickness, and pain,
But you'll learn from every mistake.
Always treat strangers with kindness -
You don't know what they've endured.
Be even kinder to Mum and Dad -
Because YOU are what they've endured!
Talk to your grandparents weekly;
Ask questions, learn about the past.
Your history lives within them
And memories won't always last.
Of all the advice I've given,
I hope you'll heed this one thing:
Fall in love with the good guys.
With bad boys, just have a fling!
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