p class="p1"span class="s1"The Pains of a Painter/span/p
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p class="p1"span class="s1"I took brush to hand in spite of class="Apple-converted-space" /span/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"I had not the skill to deserver class="Apple-converted-space" /span/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"I had not the praise to motivate my actions./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"I had not the passion to move my hand across canvas./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Yet, I continued out of fear./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Fear that I had not the skill or talent to do anything else./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Fear that I was genuinely, undeniably worthless./span/p