http://slow.writerscafe.org/mistywolf The original writings of author scarlynn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010932 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The worst part of sobriety is:even when you don't become an angel yourself, you tend to acquire them;I want God To stop giving me angelsI tell Him, "stop f*****g protecting me,"I want God to lift you up andplace you upright on the street, walkingin time with the beat of your living heart, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2958366/ My chest is tired of wringing itself,my eyes are bored and small,my teeth dangle andI have lost my once-lustrous vocabulary.I know the place I was first abandoned, but the knowledge doesn't interferewith the octave of my voicewhen my hands and feet go numb.Some people are trapped in a simpler i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2951801/ this work is in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2927519/ "The narcissist lives within a dizzying insanity of needing to be recognized as the best, without actually being the best at anything." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2857929/ trigger warning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2812742/ april fool's day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2808327/ nervous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2806820/ You aren't gone, you're missing, and I'm going to find you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2805949/ loss of a loved one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2802753/ after words and afterwards http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mistywolf/2801609/ Nothing could ever come between the silence and me. 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