http://slow.writerscafe.org/nyida The original writings of author Nyida Strong en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985183 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She seemed to be above it all, the scorn, the loathing, the hate.The abuse that was heaped upon her,the pain forced down her throat.Her eyes betrayed nothingand her voice was always calm.No one ever knew the real girlhiding behind the mask.She faded within herself,the spark she used to carrydied the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyida/1490719/ I had a nightmare last night, this is the result-- story fodder. Its a rough telling and not as embellished as I could have done. 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