'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through D.A.
All the creatures were stirring. They were on holiday!
A cold winter's night, with some days off for break's
The perfect time for artists to cure those art-aches.
The artists were nestled with the tools of their station,
With scrolling hands ready to find inspiration.
There was one young artist logging on with a smile
To sit back and think of what they hadn't in a while.
'Twas 10 years to the day since they'd made this account.
If they'd only known then what surprises would mount.
The features, the layouts, the widgets, the glee,
the DeviantMeets, the app, and the community.
In a worl
The room spins.
I want to see how far I can take it before I pass out.
Not die, just pass out.
I want to see their reactions and gain their sympathy.
I see life through a dusty, dirty and cracked lens. Things are different for me.
I'm up, down, neutral, great, bad, all in one second.
I'm ever-changing, but I don't change like the trees do. They are graceful and gradual.
The clock of a tree is natural. It tells them exactly when to bloom and when to shed the poor leaves.
My clock ticks 3 times a second and stays stuck for the next 10 seconds. My clock has a harder time than that of the trees. If you can even call it a clock. It is more
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I opened them again.
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