http://slow.writerscafe.org/clean4eek The original writings of author clean4eek en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776134823 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I weep from the guilt of the incisions I made,confused why i'd like to make a few more.Just a nice quick slice on my forearm with a blade.The decision to do it or stop has me torn.I must fight the urge and keep myself restricted,Before i'm beyond help because i'm addicted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clean4eek/1380031/ I feel like i've been thrown in a pitch-black closet. The life that I once lived, I wish I could have paused it.I'm with no wisdom like a jewel in a pig's snout; No way of overcoming or finding a way out.I hear peoples mad screams sound off in the distance. The true reason I should have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clean4eek/1380028/ Life is purgatory waiting to pounce,It's joy is retained-- except for an ounce.Fraught with lies lurking in every last corner,Exemplifies pain and makes you a mourner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clean4eek/1380026/