http://slow.writerscafe.org/MOONSET01sigma The original writings of author Marie B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987358 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Growing up in a toxic yet loving household has gotta be one of the meanest things ever.Of course my family loved me, but heir actions are always so backhanded. And I never know if its gonna be a good day or not. And if I pointed out something I became the problem, it was all my fault. I ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2942852/ Realizing that I'm not thekind of person who has people,I'm the person people have. I'm not meant to be loved, i'm meant to love.I'm not meant to be supported,I'm meant to be supportive. I'm not meant to be anythingmore than the person who's there when other people needsthem. I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2939953/ Realizing that you got more mature than your parents is the worst thing ever. When you realize, you will have to remain silent and let them be right becausethey won't accept it any other way. When you realize that their view of the world is the same no matter what, and that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2939948/ When every dreamhas turned into dust,and your highest hopesno longer soar.When places youonce yearned to see,grow further awayon distant shores. When every night you close your eyes, and long insidefor something more.Remember this and only this, There's moon dustin your lung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2939720/ I will never be a poem, beautifully written and composed, I will never be a song, remembered and euphonious,I will never be a novel, coherent and captivating,I will forever be the unwritten thought,the half finished story,the long forgotten melody. Maybe forever was meant fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2939715/ WallflowerShrinking in a corner,Pressed into the wall,do they know I'm present,am I here at all?Is there a written rule book,that tells you how to be, All the things is right to talk about, that everyone has but me?Slowly I am withering, a flower deprived of sun,longing to belong to,s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MOONSET01sigma/2939550/