http://slow.writerscafe.org/cosmicbrit The original writings of author Britanie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986567 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i have rage inside of me that could burn down cities but the resilience tames the flames and i stay somewhere between the two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cosmicbrit/2776246/ you think I don’t know you’re gaslighting me �" I can feel that s**t in my dreams. 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