http://slow.writerscafe.org/ishaPM The original writings of author PM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995692 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I kept my mouth shut for a minute,I was took over by shockness.Didn't know how I look infront of them.What does she mean Don't talk?"Summer March,15,from Highpark University" ,I must be expected."Yep,and I'm new here,Hi" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/488663/ Be sure to be unsure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/488573/ The socializing thing with people around me,adds reason for me to be..paranoid.I guess the song played on the radio on the bus was meant for me,a song about frustation in one self.The song's beat repeated over and over again in my head.It occupies me not noticing that I'm already infront of the Juni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/487550/ tell the untold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/486993/ little things change everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/486794/ it begins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/486770/ --- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ishaPM/486738/