I didn’t realize how long I been writing, but seeing the dates attached to my own handwriting made me feel proud of myself.

I completely forgot about “Poetry.com” I wish I could remember my old email address from the 90s..but I wrote this one in 2001.

We walk through life not realizing the feelings of another

Not recognizing the sunshine from a storm

taking advantage of moments filled with passion and thrills

making wounds that will take an eternity to heal

what felt like pleasure will turn to disgust within a blink of an eye.

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