He stabbed me.
I felt it in my chest.
He said something to me next.
I felt it in my heart.

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Summer Began - first one out the door, dancing down the halls, singing loud and proud. It was party times, bitches!
Went out that, came home in the morning, slept ‘til midnight, stayed up online. Sleep from 6am to 6pm, internet ‘til 6am. Repeat for the first whole month.

Mid Summer - Go out for the afternoon. Internet, sleep, and food; for four days. Go out again. Internet. Text. Food. Sleep. Draw. Sleep. Internet. Food. Pool for an hour. Food. Barbecue. Sleep. Internet. Dine out for dinner. Internet. Sleep. Clean. Internet. Food. Sleep.

End of Summer - Regret doing nothing. Continue to do nothing. Back to school shopping.

Fall Begins - Forever cry until Winter Break.

Stare at the clock.
Look away.
Wait.
Look again.
Hardly a change.
Look away again.
…..
Look back.
Hasn’t even moved.
Time. We are its slaves aren’t we?

You don’t deserve my art.
You cannot comprehend its origin
You cannot look to its meaning
You cannot feels its emotion
You cannot read its stories
You don’t deserve my art.

So you won’t have it.