http://slow.writerscafe.org/Butterfly786 The original writings of author Farah Husain en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031187 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tell me whyyou like to lie,continuallymaking me cry.While you liveI start to die,taunting memaking me sigh.How many timeswill you feedyour narcissisticself love greed?I'm falling downand you don't care,you spin a yarnI tear my hair.The truth is notsomething you know.The lies they pour and out t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2038257/ Right in the middle of having sexyou confessed that you were missing your ex.Told me all about the timeyou had a threesome but now you're fine.I threw you out of bedsent you off to work.Said it was unacceptabletold you you're a jerkYou told me to hold you,and that it had been hard.To protect me from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2035047/ Go runningcrying to your Mum.You can't make choices,you're so dumb.You try to go and bake a cakeforget the eggsyou're not awake.You're so dumb!Your clothes are lying in the trashbasket of clothesno time to wash...Run out of underpants?You're so dumb!You go and geta credit ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2034603/ F**k youshitty lying cuntblaming mewhen you are fuckedtake your freed omyou killed me suck it up andlet me be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2016040/ Plastic surgery craze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2009389/ LOL http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/2009387/ Suffering is my lotin a world that humanity forgotwhere children are hungry we feed our greedforgetting everything they needfilling our homes withwhat we don't needhistory we do not heedrepeating the cycle of abusetalking talking aint no userunning running chasing wealthsuffocating life an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/1998329/ Painful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/1997219/ load and locklock and loadwalking downthis dusty road magazineby my sidebam bam we enjoy the rideglowing starsout at nightjust too tired tostand and fightlooking atthe moon it glowssmell the fragrance of a roseon the breezeon my kneesin the mudmy soul to squeezecamouflagepale visageego sma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/1993752/ Come and follow meto the voices in my headwhere the noise and blood and screamingleft me wishing I was dead.Come and follow meto my own realitywhere all is chained in liesand freedom is never freeMarching on in timewith my soaked down lace up bootswhere all the rain is lashingand I pull up by my roo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Butterfly786/1993266/