http://slow.writerscafe.org/fearxdoll The original writings of author fearxdoll en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229369 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 could we walk awaypretending everything's okremembering the last night nowforgetting everything we hadthe life we wished to livethat dream going up in smokescan we just watch it flythe fragile butterfly that was our lovethe ways we ripped it upwere we never meant to staya perfect union on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/530153/ count with methe days before it endsthe nights we have leftbefore it all falls aparthow long can we hold onuntil this nightmare takes us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/530147/ my strings are pulling every which wayhow can i control myselfwhen everyone wants me to be something elsesimply sit and let them do as they wishwould end in my distructioni lost the pathand no one seems to wantto help me find it againhow does one survive in a world of puppet master.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/517293/ Can it really be this simpleI’ve told myself over and over it’s not worth itYou took everything from meI expected nothing, and got just thatDon’t say you’re sorryI’ve got no time for you anymoreThis feeling I have has changedAnd I’m realizing how lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/498088/  it waits on the floorwondering, how did this happenwhat made it so unwantedso broken and worn outit loved you so,how could you just toss it outlike it was nothingforget everything that was therelike it had never happenedand this doesn't mattercan you live with that?will i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/487774/  It's been over three weeks since our last goodbye. I can still feel his arms around me. The tears still fall everyday. I thought they would have dried up by now. I feel lost in this empty home, waiting for any type of sign that he is alive out there. It's the our anniversary,we have now been m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/477222/  Time seems to drag on in this barren wasteland. A place of my own making filled with nothing but despair. A little hope put at the end to torment me. Always reminding me that it is beyond my reach.The scenery seems to blend into a mixture of depression. Barely anything grows here, but everyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/477217/  Buttons, buttons, buttons. Looking at buttons, holding buttons, and pushing buttons. We all do it, we like to push buttons, see how far we can press the limits of a person before they break. But sometimes, you just might not like the outcome. Sometimes people are pushed just a little too far.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/460510/ this feeling, this lossit consumes and devours my souli'm lost and aloneunable to ask for guidencefearing this, but fearing you more.  the butterflies aregone, the charmis fading, you'renothing to me now,this is so frustrating  i'm simple minded,clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fearxdoll/455926/