http://slow.writerscafe.org/lindsaylohan The original writings of author damn those hipsters en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036120 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Be normal. Be normal.Be skinny. Be skinny.Normal. Skinny. Beautiful. Normalskinnybeautiful.Normalskinnybeautiful.Norma-No. Shut up, brain. I'm only human. I can't be that way.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/828198/   She still struggles against the rough leather straps, eventhough she has been in that damn room for months and knows that they areimpossible to break. She hears the key turn in the door and decides to stop.   It would be a shameif she was punished again.  The door open.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826547/ 17 year old misfit delinquent Ellie has been running from her troubled past ever since she was 13. But after a fateful accident on New Years Eve, everything changes and she is on the run again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826545/ We all have that girl in our lives.She could go to your school,be your cousin,or be your friend.She's the perfect one.She's the one with the long blondhair and the straight white teeth.She's the one with the bright blue eyesand the long tanned legs.She's the one that gets all the boysand seems to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826185/ I don't have any family, but that's okaybecause I have you.I don't have any friends, but that's okaybecause I have my mind.I have my sanity, I know she lives here somewhere.Maybe she died, like everyone else.Or maybe she just ran away. I'm okay,I don't have anything. I'm suicidal, I'm a me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826088/ We are young and free,dancing alone in the rain.We are the children,the children you came to see.You drove up in your car,offered endless joy and kisses and hugs.We were so stupid. You drove away, with us believing it.I look back, on that day.We were the kids, wanting to play.You were an adult .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826085/ My daddy, is the greatest personalive. He has a heart made of gold,and he is always believe in me.He is a prince.He tried to cure me.Or at least, that's what mommy tells me. My daddy, is out there somewhere. Walking the streets all alone. He is the best, while I'm just another me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsaylohan/826081/