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		<description>The original writings of author Samantha </description>
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			<title>Pull me out</title>
			<description>I'm falling and its going deeper then I thought it would go; pull me out... please I'm simply needing that pull through the dark, the bump in the road, the thunderstom inside my head.the dreadful hoplessness in day to day life; not understanding why im so darn happy but then randomly plummit; like i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2957508/</link>
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			<title>Turbulent Hearts</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2881978/</link>
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			<title>Getting low</title>
			<description>Ive gone to hell and back again, over all this s**t and high hopes and lack of loyalty from people. Tik Tok i need the clock to stop.. the way I think is not the way you would think. Im young and crazy, full of questions that i want and need answers to but I know for a fact I will never get an answe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2130425/</link>
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			<title>Guilt </title>
			<description>Guiltyou say guilt is why you stayedyou made me think you were there for me but now i feel&amp;nbsp;betrayed.the acting you did through all this was wonderful but cruel.What went so wrong?Was it the fights that went on or was it the lack of truth and love?I explained how my emotions get mixed up and una..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2107436/</link>
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			<title>it defines me</title>
			<description>I wake up gasping for air feeling like I was getting drowned, my vision all blurry and feeling like I'm going to faint, struggling to get up from my bed to start heading to the bathroom. I find myself tripping over my own feet to then turn on the light to only see my self in the mirror, I'm pale lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2094635/</link>
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			<title>when the thoughts rule over</title>
			<description>trigger warning, I need to let it all out...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2082702/</link>
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			<title>The darkness between two</title>
			<description>I was going to add more to this but I simply think it should stay as is...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2019570/</link>
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			<title>Please </title>
			<description>Please...stop stop stopit's all I can say...I need help, I want help. When it all gets too much I throw my hands over my head, wrapped around my ears with my blanket over me.I repeat to myself saying stop over and over again, I say please because I don't&amp;nbsp;want to cut nor kill myself but the thou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2017724/</link>
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			<title>stop</title>
			<description>I am sickI am lostI can't stop crying...I've been so good the past 2 months but I've been sick for over a week and I'm at school right now and I burst into tears out of nowhere, I really don't like this! I felt great cause of my new antis but now I'm not so sure about myself now.Save meStop thisStic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2014227/</link>
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			<title>All I want</title>
			<description>                                       When you said your last goodbye                                                  I died a little bit insideThose lyrics mean more to me then you think, I'm happy now but for some reason, I'm listening to sad music; having a tightness in my chest like my heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2010471/</link>
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			<title>silver tongued devil</title>
			<description>The silver-tongued devil&amp;nbsp;is your new name to me, those words silver-tongue&amp;nbsp;devil means you are satan.You were good to me but it all turned to dust, yes I turned into the bad guy as well but I'm not the one who told the &quot;honest truth&quot;. I'm moving on and getting better, these meds are starti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/2008359/</link>
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			<title>SELFISH is my new name..</title>
			<description>p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}Im selfish, only a few can admit it.S is for sensitive, I'm a sensitive person and I try my best to stop that. its hard to say w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1992175/</link>
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			<title>who am I now</title>
			<description>my award winning story :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1991860/</link>
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			<title>me, just me</title>
			<description>woman online and the way i see it, the way it effects me and my brain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1941479/</link>
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			<title>Silent talking</title>
			<description>A little bit of everything yet nothing at all</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1929570/</link>
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			<title>real?</title>
			<description>How my brain isnt my brain now, its not even called that anymore. My dreams are no longer dreams they are nightmares upon nightmares.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1927427/</link>
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			<title>I promise </title>
			<description>A Promise is a big thing now as we were kids it was so easy to keep things a secret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1923008/</link>
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			<title>Self-torture  </title>
			<description>One of my other thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1914712/</link>
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			<title>What's Wrong</title>
			<description>Short story or more then that, How the mind works but more about how my mind works.A thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwolf2000/1914308/</link>
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