<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Mavis | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/inmytimeofdying</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Mavis</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776097963</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Problematic</title>
			<description>This is a vent poem. Sometimes I feel like there&amp;rsquo;s two sides of me, one that deserves peace, one that knows suffering. Sometimes I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m a good person, other times I know I&amp;rsquo;m not.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inmytimeofdying/2857301/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The way you try to fill the hole</title>
			<description>Not sure. Feeling lost and pretty empty so decided to dump it here.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inmytimeofdying/2840043/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Not a river</title>
			<description>This writing is based on my current emotions and feelings of disappointment due to a relationship not going the direction I was hoping it would, and my attempt at coping with loneliness.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inmytimeofdying/2837242/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>glass</title>
			<description>I wrote this in 2016. I was 17 years old and severely depressed, diagnosed with bipolar disorder, riddled with suicidal ideation. This poem conveys the pain and anguish I dealt with every day.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inmytimeofdying/2836377/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>