http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ammietia The original writings of author Ammietia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058409 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Feeling guilty and not able to say anything. Everyone is saying you're wrong, and you start to believe it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/404489/ About not being able to say what you really want to say. Being silenced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/404487/ We've always wanted to be noticed by someone at one point in our lives. Maybe it was a crush, a friend, a parent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/404486/ A short, three lined poem about the biggest lie of all- that forever is actually forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/395467/ Secrets are never safe outside your own mouth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/393025/ You're telling me that you'll always be here. That you've always been here. But you disappear. You move from place to place. Person to person. 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Entry dated about two months ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammietia/266548/