http://slow.writerscafe.org/andsoitgoes The original writings of author Nosce Te Ipsum en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there are some feelings that fill you up. like when you are fighting with him and you cant decide if you care enough to listen to him or if all you want to do is hit him and smack him and punch him as hard as you can, knowing it isnt hurting him at all, simply to relieve your pain that you are feeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andsoitgoes/794997/ this is a wake up call. i am shouting to you like i am walking around the walls of jericho for the certain number of times that makes things feel right. do whatever it takes to get where you need to be even though you are not certain of where that is because you have been waiting for someone to find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andsoitgoes/794995/ i am so securely positive that there are dead people in my house. there are flies that buzz around as if they have 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