So in the sleepless night I had the other day I dreamt about Rasmusmyex, his mom, his sister, and everything that was really painful to remember - the really good things. In my dream we got tired, and thirsty, and hungry, were happy in general, and okay in particular.
I reached the conclusion that when you see the past as something to smile upon it is when you give it weight, when you make it real and understand how much you grew up from the good and the bad.
Seems I can finally move on.
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