http://slow.writerscafe.org/avele The original writings of author Amy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776219866 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My eyes feel low,i don't remember sleep.The sounds that you make,every night that you dream.The thoughts in my head,it's getting harder to breathe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avele/1309029/ On a late night, i'll think about the first time i met you. It was weird and random but, it was unexpected. It just happened, and i suppose.. that's what i like the most about it. And on a late night, i'll wish to meet you all over again so i could feel all the emotions i had when i'd see you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avele/1297695/ I have so much to say with no one to listen. I wonder if anyone would listen. I wonder if anyone would care about my thoughts even if they couldn't understand them. But.. i'd love for someone to just listen. If only for a moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avele/1297150/ I once had soul,too much of it.Took that s**t too far,i couldn't handle it.I use to love too,endlessly. That s**t is a curse,never really helped me.And from time,i look up at the stars.And i remember a girl who had hope,for things that couldn't last at all.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avele/1280374/ I met you the summer i graduated. We met and things were good. You were calm and collected. We had fun getting high in the middle of the night, talking about irrelevant things. I'd tell you stories with bad endings, and tell you how i felt about things other people couldn't understand. You always u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avele/1279188/ I'm not sure what to write, but i've been dying to say something for a long time. I suppose things have changed, and that's alright. It's not really alright but… You know. S**t happens. Life happens. You move on. 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