http://slow.writerscafe.org/anolagyblue3 The original writings of author BrokenChildren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017905 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The lines I wear around my wrist, are to prove that I exist.I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I'm smiling but inside I'm dying.Life is a dick, so when it gets hard, f**k it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/979234/ Dear Journal,  Screw this school, they made me change my shirt. It said, "With all due respect I choose not to go f**k myself." big deal, Its a shirt. I needed something to wear. They handed me a tie-dye shirt, but it's sucky.Ahh, I'm putting it back on. Two more days and I'm out of here a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/978248/ Dear Journal,   I am happy, Who in the world could make me happy? Well, that one is pretty easy. Today is Alex's birthday, gave him a hug, Angel asked if we were dating. So now if you're a girl and you give a guy a hug, boom, you're dating. Pshh, I have a boyfriend. Nathan, I don't know ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/976384/ Dear Journal,  Life is a strange thing, What is the meaning of life anyways? I read in a book once, life is a state that is not death. So the explanation is not death? Are we living to die? I believe that love is the meaning of life. Because what are you doing if you're not loving? You're j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/974860/ Again, Please help me improve.. (; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/972401/ It's a little edgy, Not my best work probably. Please review.. Thank you.. It's not a full song.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/972398/ Dear Nathan, I'd like to start this out with, I love you. Those words are responsible for a lot, a crap load to sound gritty. My friend, your cousin Triston, He abused those words. He told to many girls, and it backfired on him, with our fists of rage and hearts of hurt, he was crying. I'm sorr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/972388/ They said that my help wasn't good enough, That the way I did things were wrong.I told them, They never would know, What they had made me do..But they never knew, No, They hadn't clue, What I had come to.With a knife, or a bullet of a gun, I could end it all, what they called fun.But they never knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/971403/ You put a part of past of you inside a box,For nobody's view.The box becomes nothing rotted with mold.Whats inside the box still remains untold.You unravel a few secrets as your walking in the cold,And you can't help but notice a box caked of mold.You bend down as wind whispers in your ears,you reli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/778499/ Really,I wrote this down 0n a peice of paper,Then I just remembered it!Hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/738147/ I want you to know none of this is true.......Just from things I've seen. p;5,m sd`u http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/738029/ I wanted to make this story with kind of that halloween theme color thing..Because I see mystery and horror a kind of adventure in the colors Green and black.So thats why I call this Green and Black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/737602/ READ ME PLZ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/736602/ A girl, a boy,A connection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/732871/ It is mostly reflecting off of how i think you see me and how I see you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anolagyblue3/732863/