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I cannot draw

Whenever I hold a pencil in my hand ,I shake. If I try to draw and pretend to imagine, I will fake. It's not that I do not like or appreciate this form of art. Just that it does not come to me from inside of my heart. We all have different abilities, likes and dislikes. Drawing does not excite my brain if I have to be precise. Still it always hurts me that I just cannot draw. But I would like to believe that it is not a flaw.

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