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I read my old writings today.
               Old: before I was told writing is communication, not expression
              (a notion I reject).

 I fell head over heels for writing because it told me stop thinking; just feel.
      There was such hope in each word I found.                   
                          Now, my writing is different.
                                                        Different: to be understood, not felt.
               

 The knowledge took away the hope.
(That’s why children are foolishly hopeful; they know so little)
                                                        

                                        Knowledge can ruin a person. It can remove all charm from life. Or it can infuse life with charm, reminding

                                             there is more to life than just living it.