http://slow.writerscafe.org/kelseydesrelly The original writings of author Kelsey Desmond en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009785 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say what you don't know won't hurt you,But nothing's painless in the end. They tell you lies to bruise you.So you can't defend. They say that they're your friends.That they mean no harm.But the tears fall down like raindropsIn a mighty storm. So you're pushed just enoughSo that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseydesrelly/603563/ THE NEXT BEST THING “You know, I come up here a lot now.”            “Yeah, but you know it’s dangerous, right.” This wasn’t a question. More like a statement as if she knew I agreed with her. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseydesrelly/545932/ "One iced tea and one regular coffee," Enrique said. Or was it Enrique? I was hearing his voice everywhere lately. I don't know why. I love Matthew and he loved me and that was just the way it was. 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