<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>BethWilliamson. | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bethwilliamson</link>
		<description>The original writings of author BethWilliamson.</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1775418706</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Wasted</title>
			<description>What if isaid i loved you,what if isaid i cared,what ifwhen i am dying,you werethe only voice i heard,if i saidi loved you,would youbelive me at all,and if isaid i needed you,would youwait for me to call,so i didtell you i loved you,and i feltlove tasted..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/592277/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A Kiss Of The Rope.</title>
			<description>she's holding on,oh, how she's holding on,And she's fighting,oh, how she's fighting,Her fingers are grasping onto the past,Trying, trying too not let go,Like a puppet on a string,Except, the boy,Oh, the boy,Scissors,He's holding razor sharp scissors,His scissors,&amp;nbsp;They lean down and kiss the rop..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/591323/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>TEXTS [1]</title>
			<description>Her family neglected her -&amp;nbsp;with nothing but her boyfriend keeping her alive.TEXTS [1]Missin you babyyy.The tablets scatted&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;the table,more than a 14 year old could handle,the picture of her and her boyfriend stood,she&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;do it.TEXTS [1]i love you!the razor, as sh..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590934/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I Love You More Than</title>
			<description>I loveyou more than Lolly-pops,Thanice cream in the Suni loveyou more than chocolate cake,Than alovely fresh cream bun!i loveyou more than orange juice,Thatsweeties and cup cakes,i loveyou more than chocolate moose,Than afreshly made milkshake,i loveyou ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590747/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Expression Through Depression</title>
			<description>As I Sit On My Bed,And Weep,I Am Not There,I Do Not SleepIts A Feeling,Something&amp;nbsp;Thats True,Something I Try,To Hide Fom You &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; if you found out, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i would be blue, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; for these are the tears,..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590725/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Your Love</title>
			<description>Yeah its only short, 
and if you dont understand what it means, please dont ask me, try work it out:)</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590408/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Demons Mercy</title>
			<description>My Heart Is Wrapped,Its Choking Me,I Beg, I Love,I Hope To Be,What Is That DemonThats Stopping Me?&amp;nbsp;My Wish, My One,My Escape To Run,I Hide, I See,I Hope To Be.What Is That DemonStopping Me?&amp;nbsp;I Wished,I Loved,I Hoped,I Cared,..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590398/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Standing</title>
			<description>a baby,you left herstanding in the cold,your baby,you left her, her daddy unknown.Your own, your blood,the one you take to care,a baby,you left her,with noone else there.Her grandad, amazinglike a second dadher grandad,he gave herthe life she could of never had,Her mummy,so protectingbut with the tr..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590181/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Repeat My History</title>
			<description>As Your Hand,Slips Into Myne,As I Stare,Im In A Gaze,As The Clouds,Gently Colide,And The Smoke,Becomes A Fade,As Our Worlds,They Both Meet,And Myne Wants To Live With Yours,Yet It Knows I Cannot Wait,As We,We Become One,And Our Soul,Becomes A Gift</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bethwilliamson/590180/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>