http://slow.writerscafe.org/Reanneasuras The original writings of author Reanne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm addicted to my own self-destruction, intoxicated with madness.I'm in love with my sadness. silence gives space.There's a loudness to the silence  I hear, silence shouldn't be that loud, should it?I take pills to get better, I take pills every morning to make sure I don't&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reanneasuras/1968026/ life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reanneasuras/1968019/ I can still remember the smell of her skin, her big brown eyes as big as the moon looking up at my as I kissed her hand wishing her a merry Christmas.. she wiped the tears of my cheeks.. she was so thin, so ill and in pain."She's passed away, I'm sorry she's gone" I never realised how muched I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reanneasuras/1817681/ a father, on the hunt to be the Alpha male by beating his wife and kids. A childhood where school was more safe then home. Nightmares so real panic attacks would stike in my sleep. We talk about domestic violence like once it stops it's over. It never stops. The nightmares last for a life time,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reanneasuras/1816893/