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that glow is gone and where did it go? she sits there, black and white. "black and white is better" they say. but who really cares anyway? the colors are needed
blue, yellow, pink,gray? she wants the light she wants to see everything again. when everything is black, you can't see the good, you can't see the bad. she wants the feelings to come in again. she wants the picture 3D, she doesn't want it to be covered up anymore, she wants to see. So, she tries to paint it all herself but things don't come out right. The black and white always shine through and the sheet still covers it all. She pulls the sheet off and paints over the grey, but it still finds it's way. out. then she sits, stares at her painting, then at her hands, her black and white hands. "what do i need to do to see colors again?" said her hollow voice. then. a deep, strong, rounded voice spoke. she looked. she saw color radiating from a kind man. she explained that she wanted color. she looked at his rainbow hand, then her's: black and white. TOgether they lifted the cover off of her painting and painted. they talked and laughed, and cried. and soon the black and white and gray didnt go away and wasnt covered up anymore. it also didnt take up the whole painting it became a piece of it. red. blue. black. green. pink. purple. teal. orange. grey. torquise. violet. white. all of the colors showed up and not one left out. she looked at her hand, covered in colorful tears, the tears and giggles went into her skin and deep inside, and light soon came out from inside. Her glow came back, now things were clear. the black and white still there along with every other color.
blue, yellow, pink,gray? she wants the light she wants to see everything again. when everything is black, you can't see the good, you can't see the bad. she wants the feelings to come in again. she wants the picture 3D, she doesn't want it to be covered up anymore, she wants to see. So, she tries to paint it all herself but things don't come out right. The black and white always shine through and the sheet still covers it all. She pulls the sheet off and paints over the grey, but it still finds it's way. out. then she sits, stares at her painting, then at her hands, her black and white hands. "what do i need to do to see colors again?" said her hollow voice. then. a deep, strong, rounded voice spoke. she looked. she saw color radiating from a kind man. she explained that she wanted color. she looked at his rainbow hand, then her's: black and white. TOgether they lifted the cover off of her painting and painted. they talked and laughed, and cried. and soon the black and white and gray didnt go away and wasnt covered up anymore. it also didnt take up the whole painting it became a piece of it. red. blue. black. green. pink. purple. teal. orange. grey. torquise. violet. white. all of the colors showed up and not one left out. she looked at her hand, covered in colorful tears, the tears and giggles went into her skin and deep inside, and light soon came out from inside. Her glow came back, now things were clear. the black and white still there along with every other color.