http://slow.writerscafe.org/breakingjulia The original writings of author Julia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There’s a star right there to the leftThat I wish on every night.Its shine resembles your face.And my love is blinding at the sight.I wish for it to brink you back.Because when you were here, I was okay.I hear that if you keep wishing, it’ll happen.I don’t understand this delay.Is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakingjulia/552440/ I once knew a girlWho sat quiet in schoolAnd because her mouth kept shutShe wasn’t considered cool.She was smart and bright.And always respected the elders.For that she was called teacher’s pet.But she never called back an argument to the others. At night she stood alone,After clean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breakingjulia/536569/ I face demons at night. They arise with such sinister smiles upon their face. Their piercing teeth gleaming in the darkness, taunting me. 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