http://slow.writerscafe.org/Daeloy The original writings of author Ember Smyth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064942 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Can not see clearlySilent screams and skinny dreamsHave to be perfect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daeloy/2033274/ A girl who drifts from abusive situation to abusive situation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daeloy/2033272/ You can’t program children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daeloy/1998981/ Bought an ovenHad a kidLiked the new ovenLiked the new kidThe oven cooks food rightThe kid gets good grades, right?Something wrong with the ovenSomething wrong with the kidKick the ovenYell at the kidThe food out of the oven is a ghastly sightThe kid got into many a fight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daeloy/1998980/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daeloy/1937924/ All my writing before this book is irrelevant as to now. 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