http://slow.writerscafe.org/WanderBunny The original writings of author Rebekah Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116681 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You know? I'm not trying this again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/2118423/ THIS IS STILL BEING WRITTEN, I WANT IT TO BE RIGHT http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/2016705/ Found half a poem. 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I feel useless, like I'm wasting my skills, yet I do not know how to succeed. I feel very doubtful about myself in relation to other people, and often, they misread me bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1971168/ Don't get it twisted, I think I'm incredible. You may read something I've written, or see me upset and assume that the depression is all-consuming, the anxiety fills me up and the loneliness is swallowing.Don't get it twisted, I'm extremely sensitive. You might know that I live alone, hear the direc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1970523/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlBMi8c0ULALooking out of my window, I see the beautiful amber tones of the trees in autumn and it makes me think of brass music. I find this piece, and it makes me think:Autumn is about transition; thoughtful, bruised leaves swirl to the ground as everything turns in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1966527/ "Polarity is a term used in electricity, magnetism, and electronic signaling. Suppose there is a constant voltage , also called an electric potential or electromotive force (EMF), between two objects or points. In such a situation, one of the objects or points (poles) has more electrons than the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1966477/ This is really for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1965484/ PLEASE DO NOT "JUST ACCEPT" ANYTHING. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1965300/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1965200/ I read, I see, I feel I cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1965197/ Something really needs to happen - the only issue is that I must start it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1962770/ Self explanatory - venting. Sorry for black overload. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1954730/ Today, I had a panic attack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1953990/ I'm not sure where this came from. I'm sat in bed, smoking cannabis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1952351/ You make me wanna talk to you.Make me wanna tell you how I feel.You make me wanna tell the truth.Make me wanna touch everything realLikeWith you, there's no stageNo micJust blue, clean rageNo fightAs dark fades upFrom lightSagittarius screamsIn your eyes.In your eyesI can be her.Bring the sexy out a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1949119/ I like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1946319/ A little something I wrote and would like to share: this motivates me when I feel s**t, it's the thought that spurs me onwards. 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All steps that we take....aren't they? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1915783/ I get so vehemently sick of all this farce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1912003/ Condensation on the windowsFeels like I've been chasing smokeThis whole place is full of bimbosFoolish girls who have no hopeThe floor is sticking to their plimsollsAnd most of 'em are sniffing cokeThere's condensation on the windowsAnd everything in me just brokeGet me outGet me o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1911090/ Would have happily lived out the remainder of my days without seeing that face again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WanderBunny/1909152/ This is a genuine occurrence in my life...I genuinely found another today. 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