http://slow.writerscafe.org/stayawake The original writings of author alwaysmovefast en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050613 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sitting in this dark room and waiting for another angry fix to ring my door bell, you've given me an unbearable weight to carry upon these shoulders. Ding dong ding dong Is it death thats at my door again or do I get oh so lucky this time around?light the fire heat the spoonstick the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stayawake/631137/ I keep telling myself that he loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.But no matter how many times I repeat it to myself,I can't see why.He calls me beautiful, I feel ugly.He says I'm sweet, I feel evilHe tells me that I care, I care too much.I am never enough for me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stayawake/605112/ I hung up the phone after you fell asleep on me for the thousandth time and sighed heavily. 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