They come all the time,
everything you do.
You think you know it all,
but it turns out you don't.
You are stupid,
but you don't know it.
It all comes later.
By re-reading.
Old love letters.
The ones you wrote,
before you knew.
Knew what a waste it was.
Young and naive.
So many have made mistakes.
Why can't we learn?
From eachother's mistakes?
But we have to find out.
Some time or other,
by ourselves.
That is a lesson.
But you may want to help anyway.
Let others learn from you.
But they won't.
Doesn't help how good a teacher you are.














Devious Comments
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I'm me, nothing more, nothing less.
I was just re-reading some of what I've written earlier, journals, diaries and the like, and thought of how naive I was back in those days. I'm not saying I know everything now, but I have learned since then.
When I was 13-14 I thought, no, I was convinced that I knew what was to know, but now I've realized that I didn't know much at all and that I had a lot to learn. And I still do.
About those love letters, they were a waste of time, but not a total waste, because I learned from my mistakes.
It comes knowledge from every mistake, so I'm not going to regret a single mistake or bad happening.
(Though I can try to avoid the obvious mistakes....)
Thanks for commenting anyways
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Just go off thinking I said something smart..
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I'm me, nothing more, nothing less.
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Just go off thinking I said something smart..
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I'm me, nothing more, nothing less.
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