I was taken out of school
because that's just what happens
to sick sick kids
and
I look up at the ceiling of that
goddamn
room and I think
I cant attend art anymore,
I cant see you draw anymore,
I cant feel time stop and the world
spin as another masterpiece comes
along,
and suddenly my heart hurts more than my body.
-j.c.
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-