http://slow.writerscafe.org/NymphetamineDame The original writings of author NymphetamineDame en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776214055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Do you ever feel as though you are dispensable?Your company was warranted for a small window and after that, you are unnecessary. I hope that I do not exude this onto others.I do not want to be a temporary presence, I want to be remembered as meaningful. Don't we all?--I find it difficult .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/2008644/ Old patterns are being revisitedHave I not learned anything? I recall a voice "I wish you were here, I wish you were here" a very early October 30th morning at approximately 2 am. 6 hours we spoke, the hours felt like minutes, maybe 45. I have yet to figure out what happened in November an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/2007508/ The phone screen.. to the window http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1910740/ There may be a part 3, I am unsure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1696371/ Myself from the perspective of someone else Part 1 of 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1692155/ The wind playfully caresses my hair whilst the clouds catch my eyeA few breaks within the sky allow me to gaze at hints of the moonFaint thunder is rumbling in the distance as I sit cross-legged upon the grassI feel at peace on these nights, my skin a little softer to the touchI want to go back to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1613923/ I had all but happiness on my mind, a little ball of anguish and chaos, you might call itSuch a cloudy day, I appeared more pale than usualI wore my crown with pride, for I was unaware of anything that surrounded me that mornA lonely beaten path I found myself venturing uponCloaked in silence, unacc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1595499/ Observation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NymphetamineDame/1537883/ Rough copy of something that came to mind. 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