http://slow.writerscafe.org/emilee_edwards The original writings of author Emilee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775490869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The weakness fluctuates from my head to my bones.Travelling through veins with missing blood cells.The weakness doesn't feel very weak. In fact it feels like the rush of a train.Full on; and alerting.And trains captivate me, and scare me to death. And i'm still trying to figure out how tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338245/ I bite my nails when I need comfort.I cry myself to sleep.I cling longer to people.Than expected.I turn my phone off silent, before I rest.Because I want you to interrupt me.I cling longer to people.Than expected.I turn the fan on. Because it reminds me of that room.I cling longer to people.Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338243/                             11:34.I tried to get your helpBut you all turned me downYou under-estimate the wrath of sad I feel.I am a mere 0.1 in a world of millions.I'm easy to forget. To check on.But on the odd occasion.It'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338242/ tired eyes, sore bones, falling in love, falling out of homes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338239/ The tallest building in the worldis 2,722 feet tall. But that is but a mere centimetercompared to the walls you buildinside yourselfand here i am, i want to break downeach individual brick, one by one.I want to uncover you, I want to know youAnd when you crash down on me,I will not weep. It wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338238/ You have this idea of what kind of movie,Your life is and you expect the charactersYou cast to behave a certain way.To read from the script.But the best ones never do. And that's what happened with you, you are like, being carried into bed, from the car when you are younger. You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1338237/ When I was a child, I felt the cigarette's burnas I reached for my parent's hands.I was 4 when I realised it'd never be my turnto be a neccesity. When I was in primary school, I went looking for my tie.To find it located around my mother's arm.I was 7 when I realised, all I was,was a drug suppl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1230025/ If I were born a different name, a different number, a different face.If I were born into a different world, a different war, a different place.Would you grant me with clarity, with dignity, decency and grace?If it's not my war, or your war to fight, then why give the accused, the obvious delight?Of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilee_edwards/1230016/