http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sin The original writings of author Sin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is all your F*****G fault. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/544881/ I miss the wake in the air you leaveI miss the way you speak and breatheI wish I could retreat into memoriesbut they're worthless if I can't compare them to the living thing. I miss the flex of muscles beneath your clothesI miss the ease in talking, problems only you knowI wish .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/542435/ All comes down to the very last line. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/538657/ You’re like the bullies at my schoolYou just won’t stay away.You’re like a cockroachYou just don’t DIE.I can’t lift a fingerI’m blind and you could kill meBut I’ve got something you’ll never haveWith this heart, I’ll just keep winni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/538508/ --I am lost in all this bitter darknessFog covers my eyes and destroys my senses-- I cannot feel or see or smellI cannot escape this blackened hellI can’t seek help from those unseenLost again, still uncleanConfined in a space where I can’t breatheI feel cold and sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/538167/ I will never stop... So get used to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/537711/ no matter what I do, I'll never be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/537429/ I feel this razor dragging through meA tug at my heart and out my lungsLeaving scars and tracks and broken veinsAll things no one will seeUnless someone cuts me open again.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/537157/ There's a (sort of) hidden message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sin/537137/