http://slow.writerscafe.org/xoxobabytay27xox The original writings of author Taylor_Anne_xoxo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776158949 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a poem about the girl I used to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/519119/ a poem about my depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/518261/ my first poem to her in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/512394/ I found myself singing along to a song that said everything I've ever wanted to tell her and then i had an epiphany in realizing it really doesnt matter cause she fucked up, not me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/510380/ just read it!!!!!! (corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495985/ just read it!!!!! (talia's point of view...)(corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495983/ just read it!!!! (corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495982/ just read it!!! (corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495981/ just read it!! (corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495980/ just read it!!! (corrected version) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495979/ just read it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/495977/  Today,you would have turned fifteen,in front of us all,would have smiled,when we wished you off into another year,I don't know which hurt more,picking up the phone this morning,dialing your number,just to remember you weren't going to pick up,or realizing you didn't make it h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/489132/ how i feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/483026/ i'm hurt...i guess that's all to say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/482941/ I guess it's true what they say,sometimes,you have to love what is good for you, and leave behind what's not,wish it were that easy,like I had a scaple,where I could just scrape off the love,for everything that's not good for me,and a sowing kit, to add in a love,for what is good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/480655/ It was today,that I woke up with dried tears on my cheeks,and a weight on my shoulders,I walked to the mirror and told myself,"You're beautiful",I then went downstairs and told myself,"Today is a new day",when I went outside and lit my cigarette,I told myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/480645/ I'm sorry I let you down,that I made you choose,sorry I let you go,because my heart just can't seem to go on,if you really loved me,why would you expect me to love the what's killing me,walking away from anything hurts,walking away from you and knowing you weren't going to beg me to st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/480440/ Three rust colored lines colored and engraved on my wrist,all for you my love,to try to explain what's on the insidde,because it's just to hard to show you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/479974/ Please,all I ask is that someone understand,the way my heart feels,how everytime I hangup the phone all the effort in my body deminishes and I break down,it seems I cannot even see her without a gaping hole appearing in my chest,I just don't want to lose her,don't want to have to go thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/479920/ I'm just a space inbetween your words aren't I?Just that little thought that tells you to turn around when you're walking down the dark alley,and the one holding your hand when they rush you to the hospital.Maybe while I'm here they'll stop the bleeding in my heart,and with every hit you tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/479904/      The day I realized I was in love with Grace was Wednesday, March 18th. Grace had her tonsils taken out and she was sitting at home all hyped up on who-knows-what. I promised her I'd go see her after volleyball that day because she wasn't going to be in school for at least a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/478520/      I woke up at 6a.m., on June 22nd, considering calling Liz just to make sure she was okay but ultimately decided against it. From 8:30 until noon I was at Mr. V's annual summer basketball clinic telling Alex, Emily and Blake about the conversation I had with Liz the prev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/478467/ the raw truth about what happend the night before and morning of liz's death...i'm sorry to anyone who feels outted by this but i can't just keep it inside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475920/ second chapter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475643/ first chapter about meeting her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475627/ the last of happy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475612/  I'm so sick,so sick of people saying they care,this is not an attention center,this is the truth,it's okay if you feel bad,and it's okay to remember,but please,I beg of you all,when you say "let her rest in peace",understand what you're saying,it hurts to see the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475566/ fourth chapter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/475525/ definitely not my best piece of work... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474780/ third chapter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474717/  As I sit across the room,I wonder,the face upon his look tells me to run,but no where would I find it safe,even out of his presence,his words threaten my life,taking shape to my own self-endangerment,I begin to tremble,in my cleverly hidden bruised skin,as he stands from his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474703/ a poem about who I use to be and looking back upon her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474389/ a poem about how in love with her I am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474386/   Some people say rumors only hurt people, but those rumors brought me the best person I think I've ever met. The first day I really met Liz couldn't've been worse. I had got into a fight with this girl named Alison; someone Liz and I both disliked. Alison was more than pushing my buttons,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474380/      I remember quite vividly the first time I met her. I had just started 7th grade. Kayla was in 8th grade and so wasn't Liz. Kayla was my best friend, someone I knew would never hurt me and anything she did that caused me pain was to make sure I was okay. I started cutting the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474378/ (second copy cause I can't get onto my other account) book about my friend liz who recently shot herself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xoxobabytay27xox/474375/