http://slow.writerscafe.org/Azakhiwe The original writings of author Azakhiwe Dilinga en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Peer pressure never made diamonds.Regret always finds menot wearing my own shoes.Life is hardbut lies makes it unbearable.Hypocrisyspilled shameon my sleeves.When I was about to ask life for a second dance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azakhiwe/2958664/ Wasn't I the fool?To call this prison a home. To call these walls a friend.To elude being told I was afraid,even when I was. There is nothing as painful as realising you created your own hell.Validation is waxen wings. When you find your sunand are willing to kiss it. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azakhiwe/2958495/ It is not a dreamor a phantom as it use to bewhen my heart lurked for learnt love You alter atomsof things I thought I loved.Laughter laughswith me once more.It is not a glass of winebut the entire reserve,and time is the barrel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azakhiwe/2958147/ And she used a metaphor:“It feels like an empty room”portending we might have to leave.It is not a safe space,conflict is crouchingat the door.Sieged in a cold war.Set the room aflamewore army bootscrushed the eggshells we cowered around. 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End whereEveyou were everything.When we couldmove mountains, rememberwe’re not of this worldbut of each other.Milton shall see.Our love will bring light to Milton’s eyes, and he might find… parad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azakhiwe/2957558/ Why not it's inner most?Flavour is found there, dig, and you may find something to treasure. 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