

Namine-When I PretendDay passes day, ever the same, and all I can do to keep my sanity is stare at the sketch book before me. Unseeing, uncaring. The pages, like the walls, blank. No hope of color staining them. I open my book, shut it, walk around my room. No inspiration strikes.Namine-When I Pretend
Its not a matter of materials. A new packet of colored pencils lie beside my chair, the only source of vibrancy in this muted world. Everything else here is pale-even me. My stringy blonde hair. Nearly transparent skin. Dull eyes.
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