http://slow.writerscafe.org/girlrandom4004 The original writings of author SuperVaish en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sorrows of the past all merge into one,until all there's left to see is oneself.Never knew these depths of me until I start swimming in my mind.Alas, what starts as a means to pass timeturns into an obsession.Before I know it, I am drowning again.The desire to dream is an emotionthat I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1718232/ Emptiness fills me up.Stranded alone and breathless,I wonder why?Feel like I'm drowning,give up, let it go.Allow it to swallow me, wash overevery inch of me untilI feel no longer.Nothing matters, makes no sense.Bearing on me like guilt, holds medown, till I can fight no more.I search for another lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1715989/ I feel hatred and sadnessfor no reason at all.I am terribly selfish,I am weird. I am different.What is this I'm feeling?Why are these demons eating me awayinside, slowly?It's probably just me. I have a disease.I am negative. Selfish, Cruel.Ugly. Mad. Crazy.Overcome with thoughtsthat tell m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1591974/ Isn't this universebut a place to find happiness?To hold on to your loved onesfor strength and support.Fight all odds to be the chosen one.Is this too much to ask?It sounds but easy, and love, rare.I look around me, all my comradesin their little cocoons of joy,trust bountiful on their loved oneseno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1587402/ This man, this boyhas stolen my heart and destroyed it.Crushed it with his beautiful hands and discarded it.How can someone love at such a young age?Well, I have loved,and it has broken me, forever.Never have I experienced a forceso strong, as that of pure longing for this boy.A victim of unreq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1586654/ I have a dream;that one day, these smiles may turn realand my heart will sing again, like it used to,that these terrible scars may fadeand leave behind only faint memoriesof a thoughtless time, a bleaker past.There is a tornado, that invades my heart,every single day; and makes my mind wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlrandom4004/1585899/