http://slow.writerscafe.org/CCookie The original writings of author CreativeCookie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013762 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is it I did wrong,To cause this silent fate?What is it I did wrong,To lose you at this rate?What is it I did wrong,To earn your thorough avoidance?What is it I did wrong,To deserve my heart's discordance?What is it I did wrong,To have you dissapear?What is it I did wrong, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCookie/1796370/ Stop. Stop with the stares,The labels,The looks of distainWhen a tear is shed at the pain you made.Stop.Stop whispering in "secret",Venom dripping,Voices laughing loudly, Making sure Im close enough to hear what you say.Stop.Stop pretending you care,False compassion,It cuts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCookie/1642312/ Supernatural with a twist. 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