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My world is colorful black, and the black canvas is splashed with mottled seven-color light. How I longed to never realize this, that I had tried to hide it in a picture folder in an attempt to blend in with other large white papers. I fantasize that I am one of the many cute simple drawings, even if it turns into a piece of uneven gouache paper, or even a weak piece of rice paper, as long as it makes me feel less out of place, I will tear it up! For this reason, I started wandering, constantly adding colors to myself, but I could never get even a little recognition in the eyes of people who like white paper. Until one day, I met her, and the sun reflected on her face with a milky white halo. Sky! That was the color I had always longed for, the color of angel wings, the radiance of mother's milk. She is a can of white paint, my precious white paint~
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