Saturday, October 11, 2003

Just something I wrote in someone else's blog today, it ended up sounding like a poem:

Without an end
there would not be another beginning.
Without pain
you would not know what pleasure is.
Without having lost
you would not treasure.
Without loving before
you would not know love is
till it hits you, hurts you and makes you cry.

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