http://slow.writerscafe.org/nicolenewallo The original writings of author nicole_newallo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183205 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the walls seem to close and the voices are too loud, remember standing still gets nothing accomplished.  Keep fighting for peace, for sollace, fight for you, fight for those you love.  I've stood still too long, waiting for the things that I needed, the things that I wanted to come to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/398629/ Bob Marley plays in the background of my life.  Why you ask?  Well my fondest and earliest memories are of my father's extensive Bob Marley record collection.  Yes record collection, I still remember those blue red and black milk crates that he kept them in.  On Saturday morning'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/398623/ Oh how the mighty they do fall...With each passing day I realize that the relationship between myself and Lascivious is becoming about him.  It's no longer about me or us, it's him.  It is my one true fault.  I've said it before time and again, I give until I have nothing for myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/396606/ I left Enigma on the precipice of this new phase of her life and I think it only fitting that I let you know what happened...enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/388523/ It never ceases to amaze me the things that we will believe because we saw it or heard it somewhere else.  That we allow certain misconceptions to be part of our knowledge is beyond the scope of my understanding.  These things seem to plague me, in the middle of the nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/355515/ What’s my name? I have many; I’ve been called plenty a name.  Each one I answered to proudly.  Each one said with a certain endearment.  Tenderness, harshness, base attraction, a pull.  He once called me love.  The hair on the nape of my nec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/345125/ It's the little things sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/344447/ Nothing hurts more than seeing the flaws others see in you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/339119/ This a little away from my regular format... the lingo is a bit street. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicolenewallo/335533/ To say good bye?Should I, should we?Walk away from a love that is true, that is pure?That has healed.That has helped.That has changed not one life but two.That brought back the me that was lost.That re-invented me. 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