http://slow.writerscafe.org/simrankewlani The original writings of author Simran Kewlani en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010891 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I always believed that I enjoyed running, my mind did especially,With thoughts and emotions constantly running, Oxytocin and Serotonin pumping, putting me at an all-time high.So much joy ran through my veins, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair,Seeing moments with my eyes that made me ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simrankewlani/2463971/ Destruction paved the way for the planet to breathe again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simrankewlani/2167459/ We are always looking for things to call our own, we want to be able to say that we own it, there is something about ownership that pulls us all in its trap that we are unable to leave, once we are in, there is no pulling out. 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