http://slow.writerscafe.org/Green%20Regol The original writings of author Green Regol en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023800 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Let me sleep,I'll rest in peace,Awhile,Alone. Let me breath,I'll try and breathe,And waitThe whileAway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Green-Regol/2014385/ Caught in a Lie Story Prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Green-Regol/2014384/ Memory story prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Green-Regol/2014383/ Henry,There's no nice way of saying this. Well, maybe there is, but I'm not a nice person, so I say screw the formalities and the "It's not you, it's me" crap.Things have been awkward between us ever since our initial break-up. 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