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Giving Up


I had two crayons. Black and white they were labeled. I drew with them for a while, but then I grew weary of such drawings, so I looked up and saw a world of color. I decide that I needed color. I tried and tried to make my crayons draw in color, but all I manage was shades of black and white.

I decide to quit. It is impossible I said, besides its good enough. Who would even notice that I stopped half way through? The shades resemble what it really looks like. It is almost the same thing. So why bother? I give up.

So the paper stayed black and white. Devoid of life which was just inside the second cabinet from the bottom.

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