<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>TracyKitten | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/TracyArmstrong</link>
		<description>The original writings of author TracyKitten</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776006510</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Be Kind</title>
			<description>Why is it so hard to show kindness? Can we not just be nice? Why do people feel the need to put down everyone and everything? News flash. We are all different. That does not mean we have something wrong with us. It does not mean you need to make fun or put down someone because you disagree with them..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924422/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Broken Once More</title>
			<description>My heart is broken. There are to many pieces to pick up. I am tired of putting together the remains of my fragile over and over again. The pain is to much. Why stitch my heart together only to have it ripped open once more? It used to heal itself over time. Yet at some point my heart has stopped try..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924419/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Normal</title>
			<description>Am I crazy? Maybe. Yet I am no more crazy that any other human being on earth. I may see things with a different view but does that really classify me as insane? Does the fact that I act different make me wrong in the head? It seems as if in the world today everyone has to be normal. Yet if we reall..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924418/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Don't Judge Me</title>
			<description>Don't judge me for what you see. I may act happy but I fight a different battle every day. Each day is a struggle. Each day I fall. Yet each day I rise. So when you see me smile don't assume I'm happy.  Just take a moment to understand that you only see what I want you to. You see who I want to be. ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924417/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I Wonder</title>
			<description>Sometimes I wonder if anyone really likes me... Or if they just use me and my sorrow as a source of entertainment....Do they care? Or do they laugh at my pain when I turn away?...Is it possible that I am as worthless as they say I am?...That I am nothing? A mistake? A disgrace to anyone and ev..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924415/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Ultimate End</title>
			<description>You ever wonder what life is like after death? Is there a place we go? Or is death just a final goodbye to life? An eternal darkness? Just ceasing to exist? The ultimate end?.... Is there a reason we are even put here in the first place? Only to suffer and die? I don't believe in life after death. I..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924412/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Forgotten One</title>
			<description>Some say it is better to have loved and lost. If that is true why does your world crumble at your feet when the one you love says goodbye forever? I say that it is better to have never loved at all. For in the end everyone will leave...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924380/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The World Unveiled </title>
			<description>I no longer have the innocence of a child.No longer can I pretend that the world is full of wonder.I have seen the darker side of man. No more. No more can I ignore this hate,  This wickedness. It is easy to believe that there is hope when you are young.The veil has been lifted from my e..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924365/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dark Angels Arise</title>
			<description>My wings are made of fire. I am made for sin. I fight a war of love and loss that is not easy to win. I am one who knows struggle. I am one who knows pain. I am a beautiful evil. Your loss is my gain. I see the ones you cast out. The ones left to die. I give them a set of fiery wings and teach them ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TracyArmstrong/1924358/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>