White paper, it's Emptyness Haunting

Empty white paper. Crying to me, but it has no words to use. I fall into the temtation, its blankness is too hard to bear. Finally, after hours of this torture, I grab my pencil and fill the paper with beautiful words. The once haunting emptiness had blossomed into a story. Ready to be published to show off its full potential.

Next color: The general color of the shirt you are wearing right now. (Sorry, but I don't want to come up with just any color. That color is up to you. If you don't like the color your shirt is, you can change your shirt. Whatever you want.)

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