http://slow.writerscafe.org/shana_busse The original writings of author lanEpoo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009764 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i cant erase the things ive seen.those dirty streets, that fucked up scene.my only hope is that i can livethrough these hard times with heart left to give. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shana_busse/518330/ Four white walls are around meand sit there feeling death surrounding.I can't escape this morbid sense of hate.Oh God, please someone help me change my fate.What am I supposed to do?What am I supposed to say?Who's gonna help me through,help me make all this pain go away?The voices inside of my head .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shana_busse/515589/ you are warmthon these cold winter nights,and a much needed reliefwhen all seems astray.when you were here,i prayed the moon would stayfor just one more hour;so that i may have had one more hour alonein your apple scented embrace.i felt to your breaths,as i lied there,assured once againthat you were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shana_busse/495040/ f**k me over.you know you want to.no you listen,don’t act like this is new.the only difference isthis time i’m giving you permission.thats right,take everything from me.use me.abuse me.apparently,i’m only here for your pleasure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shana_busse/487356/ I told you a secret,a secret I didn't mean to harbor.you see, I didn't believe,in what I thought could never be.but darling, you changed my mind,and in doing so, proved me wrong.now I cannot denyall of these feelings I've tried to hide.but somehow I do,because I don't want to lose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shana_busse/480343/ while suspended in this black abyss,i realize im alone.as much as i dont want to admit,my cold heart is dead.now we ask the real question;did i do this to myself? 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