Fiending for a crumb of attention, but she leaves me on delivered like I'm a kid in detention, I keep writing on the blackboard trying to turn it all white, but my message is wiped off before she looks to recite.

I turn the blackboard white, and then I see her wipe it. We both must labor, but our worlds are not united.

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Life may seem like a fleeting dream, to those who know their mission, but in cases like mine and cases like hers, its hard to make decisions.

I want to draw her, again and again. But when I see the blackboard emptied, I feel a pain, in my heart and brain, like they are what she emptied.