http://slow.writerscafe.org/DJ1134 The original writings of author Scarlett Moon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054794 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }I use to always think thatevery breath I'd takeWas just more proof of myparents mistake.Wandering lost cause Inever could see That all I ever wanted wasstaring back at me.Anger and hate would rulethe restBut never let me be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DJ1134/1305957/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }The rubble crashes around meBlood and ash are all I seeThere once stood a mighty landTurned to dust by my own handThey tell me who to fightI can't tell if they are rightI look up towards a bloody skyAnd wonder if its all a lieI us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DJ1134/1218232/ Random thoughts in my head.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DJ1134/836980/ The voices were the first thing to reach my conscious thoughts. Thackery seemed to in the middle of a heated debate. 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