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			<title>My Brick Wall.</title>
			<description>lowkey writers block. I haven't written anything in weeks :(</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1500407/</link>
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			<title>Alone.</title>
			<description>I'm not myself when I'm with them.I'm only me when I'm alone.But I'm lonely, and need someone.Yet, they change me.I am no longer me, but a different me.And puts lonely me into a different drawer.He's there, but not being used.Out of sight, out of mind.So who am I?I'm not sure.No one is.I can't let a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1493961/</link>
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			<title>I Am The Winter</title>
			<description>Pale grey skies, remind me of a clean slateThe rain falls, and washes away my hateMost people claim that rainy days are sadBut when the storm comes, I become gladto know that the weather shares the same feelings I have.I love the winter, it represents me reallyI am the cold winds, brisk and chilly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1490729/</link>
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			<title>I'm So Confused.</title>
			<description>I look at myself every morningAnd I wonder why I'm hereMy grades are garbageI have nothing to look forward tooI'm not going anywhereCollege this and college thatI'm surrounded by kids who seem to know what they're doingHow did I miss that?Why don't I know yet?When did they catch onto the clue?Or are..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1490724/</link>
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			<title>Uncertainty. </title>
			<description>I'm getting older every dayI thought the old were the wiseBut as I grow olderI feel as though I'm losing sightI'm confused and sad and angryI have no idea where my life is headingI don't know why life is the way it isI feel like I have already failed myselfAnd I'm mad because of thatI'm getting olde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1481916/</link>
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			<title>3.</title>
			<description>	Things never panned out with her, and I hate to cut that story short but there's really nothing worth mentioning about her and I's relationship after that summer. I should have left it where it was and never tried to mend it because it only lead me deeper into despair.	I want to move into the time ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1481900/</link>
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			<title>bah</title>
			<description>&quot; that how they make demons,&amp;nbsp;you're&amp;nbsp;just a&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;of coal and if the demons put&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;pressure&amp;nbsp;on you, they will gain one of most&amp;nbsp;tantalizing&amp;nbsp;jewels&amp;nbsp;ever forged by mans own madness. thats what you are&amp;nbsp;isaac, nothing but&amp;nbsp;an object&amp;nbsp;being..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1480587/</link>
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			<title>2.</title>
			<description>	I should probably speak on one of the biggest things that&amp;nbsp;happened to me that summer. In simple terms, I fell in love for the first time, and it was amazing.	It was July if I remember correctly, and the night was warm&amp;nbsp;with the effervescent cries of teenage joy and drunken love. There was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1480581/</link>
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			<title>1.</title>
			<description>	It was the summer before my junior year of high school when the whole thing started, you see I'd been diagnosed with a chronic form of depression and my mom started sending me to a therapist. I would meet with her once a week to talk to her about what was going on in my head, which was a lot, let m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1475317/</link>
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			<title>Tacos At Midnight.</title>
			<description>I don't know what to say.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1475313/</link>
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			<title>It's All For Nothing Anyways.</title>
			<description>Still experimenting...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1475309/</link>
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			<title>The Type of Girl.</title>
			<description>She was the type of girl that carried a copy of Fight Club&amp;nbsp;in her bag.She was kind of the girl that liked indie music and coffee shops.She was the type of girl that wore her mother's old sweaters.She apparently liked to play the guitar, and loved to sing.She did well in school, and had a bright..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1473015/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye.</title>
			<description>Short piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1472869/</link>
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			<title>Something My Dad Told Me.</title>
			<description>I spent a night with my father the other night, and it was a really good time. I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;see my dad very much anymore, and that really puts a burden on my shoulders. My dad is my best friend, he hasn't always been there for me, but he has really tried his best as a dad and has taught me a lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1470657/</link>
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			<title>One Day She'll Realize</title>
			<description>Dismal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1466551/</link>
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			<title>Do People Ever Change?</title>
			<description>I was inspired to write this due to u/ kite kid 's comment on my post about New Years Eve. So I will try my best to express my feelings on this topic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1464508/</link>
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			<title>New Years Eve.</title>
			<description>A few of my experiences and thoughts that came to me during my drunken adventure at the end of the year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HoldenCoons/1464348/</link>
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