http://slow.writerscafe.org/theblur The original writings of author blur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103967 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She laughed at me. Laughed when i asked her out.I have to question if i'm ugly? am i an idiot? I'm opening more doors of doubt.Although, I did make her cry in laughter, maybe she thought it was another joke?A tiny prick of pain, now an open migraine. I was hurt.An abyss crawled over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theblur/1950614/ We shouldnt stay, the air is toxic to breathe,Move towards the door, lets not stay any longer than we need,I can feel my mind decaying, my hue is changing color,My faith in us weakens in the eyes of another,It makes me wonder if i've been broken all along,To have fallen and swept.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theblur/1927347/