http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jaeda The original writings of author Jaeda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009862 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Something has been bothering me all day, something I can't quite remember, something I thought I had sorted out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/752216/ I can't even f*****g   CryIn peace.Please dont let those dreams come true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/749913/ Continuing transmission... No response. Try again? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/749877/ Continuing transmission... No response. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/749872/ Like a radio signal sent out into space. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/749869/ I just needed to say -something-, anything I could to relieve pressure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/746023/ I remember when I was in, what? Fourth grade? And we went out to recess. 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That's all I'm asking.Not much, you guys,not much to ask.Don't begin every sentencewith my name.For God's sake,don't poke me. I will rend you limbless.Did I learn anything in school today?Let's see....No.Except:I sound like a total hillbillyin the morning.What do you expect,what with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/612911/ A love story, and a suicide note. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/611834/ Myur. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/610969/ When I wrote this, last summer, I felt like I was losing all my best friends. I feel the same now, but different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/591215/ Between my dad and my stepmom. Over my stepmom's work schedule. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/574706/ Took a walk downtown this morning, and my sister kept complaining about the heat, so voila! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaeda/563800/ Just as the title says, this was an apology. 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