http://slow.writerscafe.org/pasunememoire The original writings of author We May Well Be The Ones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004904 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 why do we say that we are freewe have racism, wars, border policeour lust has blinded us from peacewhat kind of people are wehow can we say our future's boldwe have violence, drugs, a heart ice coldwe rewrite history books meant for new foolsso much for truthso I stand to tear these walls downt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/550643/ I've noticed trouble when I sleepclearly there's something haunting meif I could fall but not too deepI'd come out with truth and sanityI think of the kid I used to beheld captive by pure and evil speechhow could I possibly be freein love with demons embracing meI've had my lips touched by a kissbli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/529987/ call my name out loudagainevery single tongueis my friendhow else could I breathehow could I seehow could I feed if not for bloodput me down another stat's been proven righta tan skinned childwith nothing left behindhow else could I starveand sleep beneath the starswondering if I'll come o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/528357/ I've seen LAThat's whereMy eyes will stayI've seenFailureOh I've known it too longBut it is only a word.I've been EmptyMy heart is coldYet I still bleedI've been so stonedI just flyI've been ownedOh lovely livesso who are you?who are you?so who are you?who are you?I've beenRejectedI've bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/523832/ a ghost came to meI tried, but I could not screamso I stood impatiently waitingthere were cracksinside her voiceshe screamed a tearful noiseshe said, "I think I'm yours""daddy"it happened when I was fifteenthere were no drugs or drinkingbut there were s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/464042/  who left the light on?cause now I see your ghostthe lashings from your tonguethe pain from your throatwho left my bed warm?I'm used to the coldthe friction from your touchjust memories of oldwhat a darkened stain I wear on my head nowit's like my pours are sweating blood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pasunememoire/455500/ oh I sat alone asleep at home I heard you voice a sound I woke up to see you leaving me I asked, is there something wrong? 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